”“Yes, you do, don’t you!” laughed Georgia. “Remember, that’s why you’re going on this vacation? For a break without your family around?...Stop bitching and put your shoes back on. You’ll be fine.” She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of medium-heel sandals for herself.Barbara groaned again but complied, slipping her pumps back on. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she commented, “Jesus, I didn’t dress like this in high school!”“I’ll bet you weren’t as good in the sack in high. Effeminate? No, not quite. She sought a descriptive word and decided on worldly, discarded it and tried venturesome. He seemed to be able to look right into her brain, into her heart. He was very different. She was sure he was just a flirt, but what a confident and handsome one. Still, a bit odd somehow, peculiar even, as if he really were somewhere else, always looking about, striking poses, feeling his own chin or his Adam's apple above his high, tight collar. His powdered hair coiled above. " She murmured."You look it."She graced him with a wry smile, a lock of hair falling into her eyes. She looked almost annoyed.She reached up, brushing the lock aside, revealing her deathly pale skin. Her controlled movements exposed her own pain to him in a way no words could.As did her wrist. His eyes caught upon the dark bruise encircling it.He crossed to her, catching her wrist gently. She glanced up, hazel eyes narrowed in confusion. "You bruise easily don't you?" He asked, cautiously. I need you to be absolutelytruthful and honest in your responses to my questions, and far moreimportantly, I need you to trust me. You already know that I am notgoing to hurt you in any way as we do this, so you shouldn?t beafraid or hesitant to do exactly as I tell you, no matter how unusualit might be. If you can?t do any of those things, this is going to bea colossal waste of our time, so don?t go into any of this thinkingthat this is some kind of role play unless I specifically set it upas.