That had to go. I wrenched open a drawer and found a pair of scissors. I unwound my braid, my golden locks spilling around me. And then I took the sci...sors to them.Snip. Snip. Snip.My hair fell to the flooring, golden strands fluttering to their death. I cut my hair at the shoulder, creating something that was so ragged and wild. I shuddered when I finished, shaking my head, watching my new locks dancing about my mischievous face. I loved it. I pursed my lips, smiling. Mom would hate it. She. I removed it and showed it to her. There was a loud pop as I pulled it out and I am sure she was looking right up my ass when I did. I explained that like my collar, it is a constant reminder of my commitment to my training. “I have been a pain in the ass to others all of my life and now I have a constant pain in my own ass,” I said.“I just like having it there,” Chastity giggled and wiggled her butt. She didn’t pull hers out.“This is really quite shocking.”My mom didn’t say that, her silence. He made me twirl around so he could check me out. He liked what he saw and so did I. He had not changed much in the ten years since I last saw him. We drove to the hotel and checked in. The lobby of the hotel is modeled after an elaborate train station. Joe had booked us into a room that was a renovated Pullman rail car. It was quite novel and all we needed was Glen Miller playing ‘Chattanooga Choo Choo.’ Once we settled in we were looking for a place to eat. The hotel staff member on duty. "A week had passed since the attack, and they were still staying at Tammy's house. Brianna sighed and opened her eyes. Her mother was kneeling on the floor in front of them, her tired eyes full of concern, and Brianna drew strength from her parents."I need to go home," she said, "I need to move on with my life." But it might be too soon," Lucy said.Brianna knew it would be hard, going back to her home, her bedroom, the place where ... where IT took place. But she also knew she didn't want to.