The first thing One told me after the perfunctory niceties and small talk, was that she accepted all of the terms of her ‘enslavement to Jake’ wil...ingly and without reservation. She had been a free woman. Free to choose, but that having made her choice ... Her commitment to Jake ‘for life,’ she was not at liberty to change it, nor was he. It worked both ways, and benefitted them both.Jake had promised to love her, treasure her, support her financially and emotionally and to make certain that. This time she comes back with the bottle as well as the glasses. She kneels beside the couch to pour the drinks and hands Angela her glass. “Are you always this obedient, Jacqui?” Angela asks.Jacqueline looks up at Angela, puts the knuckle of her thumb in her mouth and bites it. “I guess,” she says. “I’ve always, well, ... I like it when someone tells me what to do. Is that strange?”“No. Not at all. The pressures of social conformance are strong. Of course, for some individuals those pressures. "Now, just turn to face me and we'll see what a little light eye makeupdoes." Miss Slater turned me round to face her and pulled her chair close tomine so that her knees were outside of mine. She tilted my head up andstudied me for a moment."Do you shave?" she asked in a questioning tone."Not really," I replied, but I have shaved my top lip when it was a bitfuzzy." Hmm, I suppose that's not unusual. You might want to just shave yourlegs a little and also under your arms, for the play. I don't. What stood before me, looked to be either a flat chested girl, or a very feminine looking young man. Hard to figure with what they were wearing. I told them to look at me, and show me their face. As they turned towards me, I saw that it was a VERY female looking young man. He looked straight at my shotgun, his eyes going extremely large as he saw the size of the barrel. I ordered him to keep his hands in the air, and turn towards me slowly. He slowly turned more towards me, and started.