The class day flew by. I was waiting on the steps outside of FHS when Courtney came back from her meeting with Becky, crying. She had a black eye. “...he slapped me, Greg,” Courtney sobbed, her breath steaming in the winter air. “She said you weren’t man enough to defend yourself, but maybe you were man enough to defend me.”Becky had finally gone too far, but she was right about one thing. I was going to defend Courtney. As I ran off, Courtney pulled on my arm. “Greg, don’t,” she pleaded.”“I’m. By the time everything had stopped falling, the first floor had disappeared in the rubble, and there was a fire of major proportions erupting from the building's cellar.That was enough, and the men ran for their escape truck. There was only so much tourist time allowed, and the men had burned most of it watching the magnificent destruction of the building. However, they did have a record. At the last moment, a video recorder was given to the leader of the team to use to record the destruction. This wasn't exactly beginner's stuff.In the show, Lady Heather had stressed empowerment. At first that confused me and it took a while for it to filter through. This dark new world that I was supposed to learn about, apparently needed to learn about, was all about trust and control. The weirdest part was that the ... victim if you will, the person being tied up and, not so much tortured, although some times that was clearly the case, but dominated, that was the person in charge! He or she. "Well miss, Kenny here was telling us about something that happened here a few years back. He reckons that you saved him from the river and err well he saw you naked and stuff like that. We think he's telling us shit" Ken" said Laura softly "What do you remember" Ken blushed and said " Well lady, I must have been dreaming if you don't remember anything" "I didn't say I didn't remember" said Laura, "I just asked what you remembered". Kenny started "Well I was freezin' and lying over next to you.