I saw the inside of the torture room afew times before the week was out but at last, I passed the exam. This was only the beginning over the next few ...eeks I was taught how towalk, sit and generally deport myself as a maid. I also had to learn thetheory of how to bring a woman to orgasm and how to show deference to myMistress. I passed every test and with each success, I was allowed moreliberty. I was first allowed to chain myself to my bunk then later I wasallowed to have some nights free. I. I wasn’t sure what it would be yet, but it had to do with gluing the cans to their hands and foreheads. Wish I could figure out a way to do that.“Hmm. Maybe you could do the same thing for the jerks in Poli Sci,” Sarah Lynn said.“Bad?”“Men outnumber women five-to-one in my major. Apparently, one of the women is really ugly because I had six men stuck to my ass all afternoon.”“I hope you mean figuratively!”“There were a couple of not-so-accidental touches,” she fumed. “And one guy is going to. In doing housecleaning (specifically the lavatory,something her gurl now does) she slipped slightly carrying a pailof water and lightly strained her back. This made applying polishto the toenails uncomfortable and she used this excuse to get herhubby to do it for her as a "favor". Hubby of course hopelesslybotched the job the first time but Patti reassured her gurltelling her it was something that required practice and she wassure that her hubby WOULD DO BETTER NEXT TIME thereby presentingher. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the.