Back in the kitchen, I wiped off the dust. Mom was already starting to make sandwiches. She knew me so well, knew both of us so well. She was trimming...the crusts off my bread, and putting provolone cheese on Tim’s sandwich. I smiled at that. She knew my husband almost as well as I knew him. We were just about finished when I looked through the window over the sink and saw the men returning, each holding one of Laura’s hands and gently swinging her between them. She was giggling with delight.. ?She’ll learn quickly not to make that mistake again? I’m sure of that!? Still only his voice breaking the silence of the room as she feels herself being forced to bend slightly forward between a pair of men from behind, her elbows squeezed, tugged, bound, they’re tugged some more until she feels them painfully press together. A wide strap wrapped across her throat, the tall leather collar fitting between her chin and sternum, everything seems to be happening in brief moments. Glancing. Charlene will draw everything up and we can get to work in a day or two. Welcome to your new lives, ladies.’ † † † † † A couple of days later, after a long morning’s shoot where they’d slowly lost various items of clothing, the internet’s top three non-nude models, Jardin, Debbie and Wanda, stood in front of a plain white backdrop in a photography studio, each wearing nothing except a tiny G-string. Held in front of them were the flags of their native countries, the French Tricolour for Jardin,. I hope this does not offend. Chapter 1 It was hard to imagine life without him. Could she even make a new life? She had moved to a new city, begun a new job, even changed back to her maiden name. But she could still feel him everywhere. At night she would lay crying, never knowing whether she would ever love again. But, so slowly it passed without notice, one day became two, two days became a week, and weeks became months. Before she knew it, a year had passed and it was the anniversary of.