Obey Alexus...." I am floored by this demand. He has never allowed me to remove my collar before and certainly not on a trip where I am going with out...him. I remove it slowly, sadly. I think of what it symbolizes to me, to us and then I place it carefully on the bed. I begin to pack, only a small black leather bag. I know something is going on, and my over active imagination is getting the best of me. I hear my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if I can actually obey his orders this time.. Her dad had gone to bed about an hour earlier after pulling a double on his construction job and her brother was at his job at the grocery.She ran into the garage and began searching frantically for the air pump for her bike tire. She knew it would not fix the tire, but if she could just get it pumped up enough to ride over to Tammy’s no one would have to know that it was flat before she left. She looked in the corner with all of the garden equipment and around her father’s work bench. There. And had a great time. Isn't that always the way? Things seem to work best when you expect the least.Although he was a hunk and a hulk, it was Roger's wicked sense of humor that attracted me as much as anything. His imitation of old Mr. Patterson, the chemistry teacher, was dead on and devastating. And he had this little girl's voice he would put on, asking naive questions or making dumb comments.Like once, there was this group of us sitting around, bagging anything and everything. Somehow, we. I agreed. I knocked on the door twice, and he came to open the door. He was in shorts and a t-shirt. He invited me inside, and he brought some hot coffee for us. We were discussing our likes and stuff.B1: I will need you to trust me. You want to get better at this, don’t you?B2 (me): Yes.B1: Well, let’s begin by getting a little more comfortable. Why don’t you take your shirt off, and I will do the same.I did as he asked me to do, and we both were in just vests.B1: Wonderful, you have now taken.