She wanted to go home. She missed them. The big question was whether she wanted to come back. She had changed from a near-virgin bitch to a slave in a...fortnight. I knew she was reeling inside, not knowing what was best for her. Was it best to stay in LA and finish college? Or, to return to us?As we drove and talked, Lisa absentmindedly fingered the leather collar around her neck, the symbol of her situation. That collar had caused her embarrassment, stern glances from passerbys, questions from. “I thought that was the idea.” Jules said, “I’m just thinking out loud here. I know some people in the industry, I could make a call if you want.”“Industry?”“Porn.” Jules said, “There’s demand for women like you; good looking older women. Just an idea, you could make a lot of money.”“How much do they pay?” Mom asked.“Oh, not much; but after you’ve been all over the internet you rates go up ten times. Less work, more money.”“And this apartment; is there a room for Justin too?” Mom asked.“No,. If you’re going to the capitol, you’ll need to continue your journey.”Danka had one outstanding issue to ask about before leaving; if it would be possible to write a recommendation for Isauria to enter the university in Sebernekt Ris.“I will, but any such document would be for next year, not this year. I can’t write a letter of recommendation unless I know her and can say that, in the eyes of the Creator, she’d make a good scholar. You’ve done an admirable job teaching her certain skills, but. After that we can head to your office. I see the wheels spinning in her head and finally the resignation that if she's really willing to push thru with this, then she doesn't have much choice. Fine she says. We will do it now, but when we're done, we go straight to the office. Then she looks at me and says, I know you're not going to understand, but I really don't have a choice and if you go back on your word, I will tell Maria everything that happened. I believe you, I told her. She turned.