Two other nurses, Margret and Diane, who Candi had written up for being late also, had followed Angela into the locker room. Margret and Diane hated C...ndi and in fact Margret hated Candi so much that she had fantasized about hurting Candi in all sorts of mean, violent, and especially demeaning and degrading ways. Angela immediately began to argue with Candi, and Candi began to argue back, totally oblivious that she was standing there topless and barefoot, wearing only the skimpy short tight. "Good girls" didn't do those things, but then doing them with Ben didn't seem so wrong, and it was a slippery slope beyond that."Proper" didn't have a place with me anymore. "Perfect Me" no longer existed. But that didn't necessarily mean I WANTED to do drugs, have sex with random strangers, or pull trains in seedy back rooms. In fact, I was pretty sure I didn't want to do ANY of those things. And let's not even approach water sports.But I AM bisexual, and that will always be a part of me. It. Sometimes, I would just say something like "I've got to go to work,Angel. Look after the place while I'm gone?" or at the end of the day, Iwould tell her what happened at work that day, and end by saying, "Thanksfor listening, Angel. Have a good night."This went on for a week, then on my day off, I sat on my porch and said,"Angel, I guess you've figured out I dont have a lot of company. I'vebeen alone now for almost a year, since my wife kicked me out."I looked down at the dress I was wearing. " He paused, getting back to his original point. "So the actual number of slaves remains relatively small. Add to that the fact that not every slave is brought to every Club meeting. They serve the Club on a rotating basis. You and Sabrina, for instance, will not be serving the club again for at least a month or so. All those factors mean that some fifteen to twenty slaves will be serving the members on a given night." May I be allowed one more question?" asked Vivian."One more only." Does it.