“What do you mean,?” I asked.“Make sure she knows where she stands, you won’t be able to take her out on Fridays, so what are you going to do ...nstead?”“I already covered that Dad,” I replied, “I’m going to speak to Mr. Kearford tomorrow when I pick her up and ask if we can go out on Saturdays instead.”“Sensible move,” he said, “then if he says no, you can blame him.”“I didn’t think of it like that,” I said, “but I suppose that’s one way of looking at it?”“Are you going to come over for this. In any case she was now much more receptive to the idea of wearing the said collard. He even had her putting it on herself, just abdicating altogether. Once the collar in place he put on her hands a pair of gloves with all the fingers tied together so has to render her hands useless. Forcing her on all four he tied her ankle to a spreader to ensure her tights would not be shut too easily. All this was only an introduction to her real humiliation. He knew from talking to her that even if she. I decided to go and choose a bedroom, winking at my man.The villa had a very cool attic room and I went into it. I made the bed and went to bed, with only this handsome man in my head.I wondered if this would be my night or if everything would be just talk and gossip.After about 20 minutes maybe, the door opened and my man came in with the words:- Did the baby warm the quilt.There was a key on the door, and he turned it on and said,- so no one will bother us.At first I thought he was just. . entered the Customs Office.While we were standing waiting for our train to make it's makeup, a man in the livery of the Canadian Rail system approached."Austin's?" Yes sir," I replied."Passports?"Uhoh ... trouble ... Grace had hers, I had mine, Sally waved hers ... mother had hers done at the airfield ... but I had forgotten Amber. Amber had had no time ... and I wasn't thinking ... imagine my shock when Amber removed hers from her purse. We were led to Customs and scrutinized. Did you know.