I hit 2 or 3 outside the house. He pulled over and we got out and went inside.People were running and screaming, a party maybe.I ran up and started fi...ing in the crowd, it was like shooting a shotgun into a barrel full of fish. I felt a bullet rip through my shoulder, I kept pulling the trigger. I felt Jamal grab me and take my gun. He made it look like I was one of them and took off. I passed out.When I awoke and I was in the hospital, with Jamal and D-Dub, and my sister in there. My sister is. "We'll provide you with footwear, don't worry."Footwear? I stared at the man, feeling my face burn. Who cares about shoes? What happened to doing this next month? I just found out about this thing on Friday! We'd talked about it for an hour in class, that's not enough time to get ready! My mom didn't even go to the PTA meeting! I hadn't even turned in my parental permission slip! I couldn't go to a freakin' museum without one of those and now I was supposed to get naked? This wasn't fair! How. Thankfully, my period is due in less than a week so it’s a believable little white lie. He leans back against the couch and tilts his head back to swallow the entire shot of whiskey. I quickly pick up the bottle and pour him another shot of whiskey, which he quickly guzzles down with no problem. I don’t want him to get too drunk that he won’t remember five beautiful submissive women simultaneously worshiping him, so with a barely suppressed grin, I quickly stand up and grab my wine glass along. Thenumbness spreads, affecting my arms, my hands, my legs...Sad, isn't it...that some are remembered and others aren't.Richard Brookbank's body lies decomposing in the ground. I will be trappedin this bag of flesh, blood and bones until I too have breathed my last.I will be a woman for the rest of my life.*November 4, 1966My saviour turns and walks back across the grass, leaving me to my fate. Ican't find the strength to run away, so I resign myself to what mustsurely follow.But Basher makes no.