There have been so many over the years, that most of their names have faded from my memory. Not Ellen's though, she remembers them all, and has photos...of them too. On the back of the pictures she would write the date that we got them and the date that they left, their birth dates and how tall they were, with lots of little comments and notations about each one. For years, when she was having her monthlies, she'd get out one of her big picture albums and sit there looking at page after page of. You studied it. You made yourself an expert in it. This is you now Eric. Embrace it, be all you can be, ha, ha. As to enslaving us, you removed all the controls you installed years ago. You even explained what you had done to us in excruciatingly painful boring detail. Far from enslaving us Eric you freed us. You made it possible for us to be more, so much more than we were back then.”‘“Social order at the expense of liberty is hardly a bargain”, the Marquis de Sade once said Sharon.”’ Monica. I wish you'd never mentioned it to me, Pete." She made a face. "Please give me the strongest damned drink you can fix, honey. I'm getting bugged." I just got through asking you if you'd like a drink, but you didn't hear me," he observed as he went to mix her a strong one. Bringing the glass back to where she was now seated on the sofa, he gave it to her and stood in front of her. "Here's to Rose and her... thing."Mary grinned tightly, took a swallow of her drink and nearly choked over it. "Hey,. “Yeah,” she replied. “I was a little on the wild side.”I chuckled out loud.“Was,” I repeated out loud. She chuckled out loud at my response.“Yeah,” she replied, “But, I’ve mellowed a bit over the years.”“Do tell,” I replied, sitting back on the couch.“Well,” she replied, “I decided to settle down and get married.”“I hope that’s working out well for ya,” I replied.“Well…” she answered, her voice trailing off. “Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t.”“But you find a way to make it work,” I.