It is 100% reality. Be warned it is graphicand it deals with real emotions, real slavery and real transformation.Part ISo who are we? We are a group o... Ladies, all of whom are FemaleSupremacists. Two years ago we started out as a group friends gettingtogether and sharing cocktails while voicing our frustrations with themen in our lives. This slowly developed into the realization by eachone of us that Women are superior to men, and that each of us neededto take control of the men in our lives.. She looked over at Peggy and Aunt Rita, and with a smile that could light up the darkest of places, she said, ‘Hi, Ms. Rita, hi, Grams, sorry I’m late.’ ‘You’re not late, sweetie,’ Peggy smiled, ‘But you do have a customer waiting for you.’ Peggy was correct in what she’d said about my needing a hair-cut. I’d not cut my hair in well over three years, and at the time, it was way past my shoulder blades. ‘Well now,’ she said, smiling and looking at me, ‘Who are you?’ ‘Marlee, honey,’ smiled Aunt. Coach Kingwood motioned for me to come into pitch. I trotted in and he handed me the ball.“They’ll allow you extra pitches to warm up. I just want you to get us out of this inning. The extra time will give Daz a chance to get fully warmed up and be ready to go next inning,” he explained.“This is that flexibility that you talked about earlier.”“Yep. You okay?” Coach Kingwood asked.“Ask me that when this is done,” I said.The only good news for me was I faced their ninth batter, hopefully their. She wasn't loathe to expound on them when she saw others who needed spiritual guidance. Since we all need spiritual guidance all the time ... well you get the drift. Plus there was the fact that, after having the requisite three children, she had a fourth ... and then a fifth ... and then still more, making it obvious that the Miller's engaged in the Catholic practice of birth control - and poorly at that!What those women would see the next time they met with Mother Margaret was a changed.