"Yeah, I'm good," she said, backing away. "But I just remembered thatDoug has an important call in a few minutes and he needs me to set itup." He stil... can't make the phones work?" asked Renee, shaking her head."Go, go. We'll catch up later."Tracy tried to spin on her red pumps, but instead her ankles buckled andshe barely prevented a fall by grabbing onto the countertop."Tracy?" Renee asked again."I'm fine, I'm fine," Tracy insisted as she hobbled away on the shoes sheused to walk so well in.. " I know... I know," Rosa said and began crying again."The best thing you can do for her is to continue to be there for her in a gentle non-judgmental way, as you have been. Keep encouraging her to see someone. She needs to talk to a professional. They will help her. Maybe getting her to talk to the local rape crisis hotline may be a start... they can hook her up with a trained professional who is experienced in dealing with rape victims and their needs." By the way," Doctor Sharon continued,. Sold. Just like that. Now you belong to her. She comes back a few minutes later, unchains you from the stage, and leads you down the steps and towards a large cargo truck. She slides the back door open, revealing two more slaves, a man and a woman, arms above their heads, chained to bolts in the wall. You are soon chained next to them, and the door is quickly shut, plunging you into darkness. You can't tell how long the drive is, with no way of reckoning time. Finally, the truck stops, and. Peter had delivered the second set of blows to her breast, then moved back to the original side. Susan crying in her misery, and unable to see through her tears, felt Peter as he gripped the nipple of her left breast, and lifted. Pulling it upward a bit, creating new pain in the sore pink protrusion, then another blow, this time to the soft underside of her breast.Then four more quick strokes of the whip in rapid succession. It was almost as if he wasrunning a marathon, trying to finish.