So they had to use hers, a microbus she'd inherited from her parents with the license plate that read angdev1. And a bud vase on the dashboard.So now,...here they were, driving up I-25. On a Friday afternoon in the middle of march. As the miles unspooled behind Henry, he felt a lightening in his chest. He'd been on the road a lot as a young guy. Touring with a college band, from Portland, Oregon all the way out to Chicago. And every time the tour bus started up, and the road unrolled in front of. ‘It seems these days that people just give up instead of trying to work out their problems.’ ‘If it makes any difference, it wasn’t my idea,’ I confessed, stuffing a bag of laptop accessories into an open drawer. ‘She said she needed to find her space, whatever that means. It’s funny that you think you know someone, but then when the chips are down you really don’t them at all.’ As Tina stood beside me, I tried to look her over and gauge her reaction. She seemed to be doing the same with me,. What do you mean by slave, I don't get it?" she was getting agitated a bit. I had no clue how difficult would it be to explain such things to someone in person, especially to my own wife. Then something crossed my mind, "I have an idea" I said cheerfully and continued, "How about if I show you a few sites on the net where you can read about it, it should be easier for both then to talk this way about it. Once you read it, we can talk again...what do you think?" She was obviously uncomfortable. “Yeah I did and I so far don’t like what is going to happen to either of use then or what might happen then.”Still both of them had been waiting for along time now. Telling them to both come in to her bedroom and sit on the bed.Let’s go Kat, she said now. I take it that it’s time to find out what is going on with her. I hate to say this to you or imply that something is going to happen like I said. But I think I know what is going to happen to both of use now.What are you talking about Trini?.