And when she first put the collar on she felt…different, very different. He must have seen the change in her eyes, her body language. In silence he ...ttached the chain, and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair, calling her his little pet. She like the way he cooed to her, the way she fit in his lap, the way he was kissing her breathless, his hands roaming all over….Down, pet! He shoved her off his lap and she slid with a bump to the floor. She was about to get up and yell at him in anger. That isn’t what I meant… I mean… no. Nevermind… Drink your damn beer,” she said, a little tongue-tied, not anticipating that line. She went back behind the bar, and the few tables started to thin out even more. As she saw the guys tipping back their beers further, she returned, expecting more banter. As she got there, she asked if they would like another round. Shawn, who seemed to be the most aggressive, said, “So how about this for a line… I think you have fantastic lips. I’d like to see. I was watching the clock every 10 seconds and eventually at 16 PM she called as she had promised the other night.“In 20 minutes I will be at the parking of the motel,” she said and explained to me what kind of car she will be driving. I don’t know if it was because of the excitement or the fact that all American cars look the same to me, but I had no idea how her type of car looks like. Immediately I went out of my room and I was waiting for her at the parking. I don’t know how long I waited,. Oh yes, I called out"Aristotle, can you allow me to enter Marcus Anderson's library." I said seeing a pattern on the computer screen on my desk; I had to see what it was ... it was ... was ... I found I couldn't move and then the scene went black again."Of course Chris, as Marcus has given you permission I can allow it." Aristotle's voice said and a doorway appeared in the wall.I stepped into the doorway and was in a ruin of a library, a pile of torn and damaged White, Green and Yellow books.