I fell asleep almost immediatly. I vaguely registered Linda getting out of the bed, and I may have heard noises that sounded like something getting up...from a rails.When I woke up, the first I noticed was that the crib I was laying in, was closed. The second thing I noticed was the heavily soaked diaper between my legs. I tried to get up, but I couldn't, because of the collar around my neck, that was tied to the headboard. I wanted to say something, but couldn't because of a rubber thing in. ." Gwen scooted closer to Sybil, her firm, round buttocks barely glued to the edge of the ottoman."And he said he talked to him briefly. He mentioned he had a wife in Oceanside, told him about you..." Sybil paused and pressed her finger to her lips. Gwen blushed. "And he said he'd send a message back. Your husband said, to quote, keep a stiff upper lip, unquote." Ohhh," Gwen said, her excited tone melting to disappointment. "Anything else?" No, Sybil had the four-word message right," Bob chimed. I had gone from being a prisoner of my mother's psychosis to being a heroine. It was still a heady feeling to think of myself that way.Sexually? Last week I was a virgin. Since then I had made love to members of both sexes. The girls were great. Bud was fantastic. If that wasn't a profound change I didn't know what would be.Emotionally? I felt like I had grown more emotionally than any other way. The things I thought were important to me before seemed absurdly trivial now. Cheerleading was the. They had not dated, gone to prom, or fumbled awkwardly in the back of a car. They had been laughed at and rejected by those that they had admired or lusted after from afar.Slaves could not reject you. They were the safe harbor for these captains of the Geek Navy. But often slaves were only an imperfect fix. A wealthy man or woman, (women had become the fastest growing segment of the slave buyers in the area, ) often bought as their first slave one that was cheap, which meant untrained and.