.!"It's not a very nice neighborhood, is it, Mr. Cannon," Carol said.He grinned. "Not exactly the place where I'd let my wife walk the streets unescor...ed ... if I had one. You said you've only been here a week. You mean in Westland, or Los Angeles?" Both. I'm from San Francisco. I rented the apartment sight unseen from a newspaper ad, never dreaming that the Westland section could be like this," Carol replied, simultaneously clocking in her mind the fact that he was not married. "It fit my. The disgusting thoughts of their love that my envy brings to the forefront of my mind, only make me iller as the weeks pass. As well as even more jealous, incidentally. I don’t know why my head chooses to vex me with vile images of their bodies entangled in sheets. But it does. Probably, a way of telling me of why I should let my love go. Nothing inherently new. My stubborn thinker refuses to allow me peace of mind while my heart feels as it does, and it seems hell bent on making me sick to my. Less. For to be like any other, i would have to believe that i am complete as i am and that my life alone has purpose. But i am not like other women, for i know that i was put here to find my other half and to serve Him with every fiber of my being. W/we are only complete when W/we are together. O/our measure is equal in each purpose but the balance, to be harmonious, is in His Dominance and my submission. The grunt from my Master's throat as a result of his exertions when He brought the whip. She did most of thetalking with the woman who came in looking to have a dress made oraltered.Samantha explained to Tom about the methods that measurementsentailed, trial garments and how multiple fittings were often requiredto get a dress just right.Tom nodded as he listened to his wife. Samantha told him thatseamstresses will eventually learn how to do all the tasks involved.She told him that she had already taught Shauna and Marie everythingshe knew. She taught them how to create their own.