I was lost. I felt like an incredible fraud. I felt like a mysticalfreak of nature. I had none of the support intrinsic in the Mongculture. . . . ... .I finally had to tell someone. It was Jim, one of my editors, a goodfriend, who I'd shared several global and barroom adventures with. I'dgiven him a sketchy outline of the Laotian story before I'd left. Now,over the phone, my female voice confirmed what I was trying to tellinghim, but it didn't convince him. I told Jim I was scared and. This time I won so I would be going first, whichexcited my mother. Everyone went off to get changed and soon Jenny,Jacinta and Hendo were off for a brief little trip to Wayzata.Meanwhile, I was led into the great room by my two bridesmaids as mydesigners readied everything. Mom and Mary trailed close behind. Iasked Mary what she was doing. "I am coming to see the dress, what doyou think young lady? Do you think I would miss this?" Mary said intypical Mary fashion, once again doing what she. Brenda was nice, but I think a bit suspicious of my intentions, since I am a single woman. Steve and Brenda said they would love to have some photos done, but when I didn’t hear back from either of them for several weeks, I figured they must have changed their minds. Then, Steve texted me and asked if he could have a studio photo session and how much it would cost. “For you and Brenda,” I replied, “Nothing.” I was surprised when Steve texted back and said the photo session would be strictly. She loved pretending she had to follow His orders, even if they were risky, or humiliating or both. Especially if they were both. Oh, if only she knew what He really looked like, so she could completely visualize Him--now standing behind her, in her imagination, watching the motion of her hand inside her panties. Oooo?she was going to come any second?ohhhh?ohhhhhh?Then she slowed for a moment, grimacing. If only this collar weren't so tight, she thought to herself. It's really distracting.She.