My Carrie did a lot of childish things but I was truly surprised at her tantrum over this. It suddenly dawned on me that she expected me to be sitting...alone at home wondering about what she was doing at the Keg, and more specifically, WHO she might be doing. That was what this was all about and I had ruined her plan with my indifference. My laughter might have been a good philosophical commentary but it proved to be a short term tactical error, unless I was jockeying to make her madder. She. Both were great girls.I found a voice mail message when I got back to the apartment. Mr. Henderson, my mentor teacher, had called while I was out. He left me a number to call him back. I returned Mr. Henderson's call late Saturday morning before I went over to the Natatorium to lifeguard."Hello, Beth Henderson, may I help you?" the female voice on the phone said when I called."This is Kyle Martin," I explained. "I'm returning Mr. Henderson's call from last night." I'll get him," Mrs. Henderson. She wasn’t used to heels, and was finding walking difficult, especially up stairs. Chase looked into her eyes. He had missed her so much. ‘Hi,’ he whispered softly. ‘Hi.’ ‘Loved the picture.’ ‘Thanks.’ Chase handed Sam the award and turned back to the audience. ‘The prize for first place is $10 000, courtesy of Mathews, Mathews and Hobson Attorneys. Congratulations Sam.’ Sam felt like she was floating on cloud nine until a high pitched whiney voice was heard in the background. ‘That’s not. " His mind reeled at what sort of punishment could be that extreme. He called her back and asked more questions.She explained, "I'll replicate the slave experience in exacting detail. I'll tear you down only to recreate you as I wish. On day six, I'll let you experience release and on day seven, if you choose to leave you are free to do so."What the hell did she mean, "If you choose to leave?" What kind of ridiculous thing was that to say? Surely she understood that he had a job,.