She'd be ushered in to briefly talk about the new product and hand out a large amount of samples. She'd shake hands, give him or her her business card... and leave for her next appointment. At lunch she'd have a bottle of juice, usually orange, and then head to her next stop. She was always the first done. Calls would be made about her stops as the manager talked to the doctor she visited. He would get nothing but glowing reports of her attractiveness, her courtesy, and her presentaton. They also. I had a bad feeling about this, but again, did whatI was told. I felt the cold steel of handcuffs being fastened. I wastrapped and could do absolutely nothing about my predicament except goalong with her. As I turned around, Laura had another pair of cuffs thatwere donned with pink ribbons. "This is what you're wearing slut and ifyou're good and satisfy me, maybe I'll let you out. I had bought 2 pairat the Army Surplus store knowing that you might like to use them."Mistress Laura then. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the stereotype her subconscious refused to relinquish the connection. Off to college Ethel chose a school as far away from home as her parents allowed. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania she traveled to Portland, Oregon. Maybe three thousand miles would stretch the umbilical cord thin enough for it to break.Scholarly days and studious nights bookended wild weekends. Ethel discovered. ” Rajshree boli, “He bhagwan tab kya hoga ji.” Main aur roni surat bana kar bola, “Shayad meri naukari chali jaye aur mujhe jail bhi ho sakta hai.”“Tabji kya karma hoga.Aap wakil se baat Karen.” Biwi ghabra gayi. Main bola, “Sab kuch mere boss ke haath mein hai. Hume unhe manana hoga ki wo mujh par koi action na le. Tum chaho to meri jindagi bacha sakti ho.”Rajshree puchi, “Kaise main kaise” “Tumhe boss ko khush karma hoga.” Wo bilkul manne ko taiyar nahi thi. Maine kaha, “Dekho Rajshree, agar.