Thanks to you I have discovered what I always knew. I met someone today and he's taking me to the Prom. My friends have accepted me the way I am, and ...'m happier than ever before. I just can't go back to the way I was before." I had hoped that going to the Prom would have slipped by, but he caught it. "You have a date for the Prom!? What have you done! You're not a girl!" "He knew that before he asked me Dad, and I'm going!" This conversation was rapidly getting out of hand and I stood up. "Sit. I stood then, undressing with my back to her…she understood what would happen, that was part of being a slave. I took the drink from her hands.She leaned forward tentatively ….”Not yet.”“Stand up.”She rose and I drank a bit of whiskey.“Your paperwork stated that you are a virgin, is this correct?”Emma looked down to the ground and bit her small ruby red lower lip. “Not exactly Master” she stated.“Not exactly? “ I stated, somewhat amused by that. “The slavers used you did they?”“Not in that. ”“I wondered about that,” I said. “I know you’re happy he’s going to be in Chicago, but your last three semesters you won’t have him as your mentor.”“True. But I get along reasonably well with Doctor Hicks and Doctor Barton had me assigned to him.”“Cool!” I said. “Kara, Doctor Hicks did Bethany’s surgery to fix her torn diaphragm. And he helped with the chest tubes, and stuff for her broken ribs.”“Sounds like you’re in good hands, Jess,” Kara said.“Now I just have to make sure that I match with. She confessed that our discussions about her needs had really hit a nerve and excited her very much. She was also interested in the second desire... one that would make her hubby a little cuckold. I insisted that she describe to me, in detail, what excited her about this idea. We had chatted about all of this online, but face to face was the test of her conviction. Over two cups of coffee, K opened up to me and described in detail, her needs as a little girl, a woman, and as a wife. I then.