” Totally flummoxed and not wanting to miss the bus, she buttoned the waistband of her skirt and ran down the steps with her school bag to catch the...bus. It wasn’t until the bus was halfway to school that she realized that she had neglected to put on any panties. She was totally naked under her skirt.Normally when she got to school she would flounce up the steps, allowing her skirt to reveal her panties as it bounced up and down with her movement, but not today. Today she walked carefully not. . A single moment less than I could bear."Wake up, bitch!" Cold water on my face was the only bath I would know, and a voice that was deep and rough and unkind, as it must be in a place like that.I'd learned not to cry a long time ago. Not asking why took a little longer, but all of my questions went away eventually. That's what it is to be a slave. I was numb now, except in my dreams, and numbness is a thing you can't understand until you feel it. Until it consumes you. Becomes you."You go on. She let the envelope drop to the table, and all five pictures spilled out. Tracey could not help catching brief, disgusting glimpses before forcibly closing her eyes and turning away.She decided to follow her mother, although nothing had been rehearsed for that situation. Predictably, Celeste was sprawled on her bed, sobbing. Rather than pity, Tracey felt a wave of anger."Mother, I did not want to look at those filthy pictures. You spilled them all over the table. Get down there and put them. I likedto cook occasionally. Sue loved my cooking, the times I would cook forher, I cooked our engagement dinner for us. But cooking was always sidehobby for me never a real passion. In a kitchen like this it is no wonderit was not a passion, it is horrible.Sue and I were not very OCD about cleaning but I did not realize how badwe were, it is not only horrible it is filthy. The appliances are old andin poor condition look there is rust under the ice dispenser on thefridge door.Walking back.