I needed to call my Steve.Part 7:Steve seemed unpleasantly surprised that Daphne was back in town. That mademe feel better. I know it sounds cruel, bu... Daphne was the most stunningwoman I had ever seen, and Steve had once loved her twin. I guess I wasn'tfeeling very confident in my womanhood. I could never compete with a womanlike that for Steve's affections... if Steve was what she wanted. Somethingtold me she did. Wow. Was I getting 'woman's intuition'? I hoped so, becauseI was pretty sure I. Jim left. ‘One down, two to go’ thought Brian.It wasn’t but another few minutes before another man approached Teresa. He was blond, athletically built, wore tight jeans that hugged his tight buns, and a shirt that showed off his washboard abs. He said ‘Hi, I’m Jeff, and couldn’t help but notice you were alone, can I buy you a drink?’Teresa had just finished her wine so accepted his offer. She asked this time for a margarita. Jeff ordered and returned with the drinks. Teresa explained that she. The result was that I had gotten home just a couple hours before him, and was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I got in bed. “I'm glad it went well. I imagine that you’ll want to go again?” “Yes, Frank," I answered, "if it’s okay with you, I would love to. If Margot invites me again, that is.” “I have no objection if it always gets you in such a good mood.” Frank was satisfied with my story. The rest of the evening was spent in small talk until he left for work. I had gotten away with. Even if by some miracle her restraints fell off her, she would be a branded slave with nowhere to hide.So Rebecca pretended to be resigned to her fate. The auction itself had been horrible to endure. Almost as bad as the branding, even if that horrendous ordeal had been over quickly.Being on a pedestal, on display for creepy men and women who looked at her as if she was mere meat, unconcerned for her privacy and interested only in how they could request the handler to humiliate her more for.