"She went back into the room and came right out. She was looking at a card in one hand and dialing with the other."Hello. My name's Beverly Hendrix. W... just got home and saw an ambulance leaving our home. There's nobody here but I noticed the doctor's card near the phone. Can I speak to him? ... I see. Is there any way you can get in touch with him? ... Oh, that would be great. It's probably Burt Hendrix. His wife's name is Maria. Thank you so much." She gave her phone number and ended the. " She smiled. "You, know, babe, you just keep giving me the tools to take care of myself." What?" I looked at her."You want me to be able to take care myself. You show me that I can do things." Oh, well, baby, I want you to be independent. Except for one thing."Her brow knit in her little "worry" look. "One thing?" Yeah," I said, "pulling her against me. "I want you to depend on me for your love and care."She nestled against me. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I will never leave you or. God! It wasn't a dream! It really happened!I stared at the soft image of my face in the small mirror above the sink,my mind again swimming through all the turmoil of yesterday's events. Thenumbness of the initial shock back full force.Sue came in, saw my terror and confusion, and took me into her arms. "Oh,baby, you really are having a hard time dealing with your new self,aren't you?" Good Lord, Sue!" I sobbed. "What did you expect? I come here to a prisonthat appears to be a man's erotic. And your probably going to do something you've never done before and i don't give a fuck if you like it or not" she lightly slapped me and motioned for me to take my clothes off.Once i'd been stripped down she threw a dog collar at me that i quickly put on, it was a tight fit around my throat but i could still breath.Grabbing a dog leash she hooked it into the collar and pulled the leash taunt making me follow her into the living room. She sat down on the couch and spread her leg, revealing her.