Amanda frowned, "Yes Commander?" She said.Cathy smiled, "I'm still Cathy! I haven't changed although my rank has. Now the next person to call me Comma...der will be on latrine duty, is that clear."Amanda smiled and saluted again, "Yes Cathy, I'll pass that on as well." She said as Cathy and Helen got into the car.Once they were there the windows darkened, allowing them to look out but preventing anyone from looking in. Helen turned to Cathy. "Now Cathy after what you've just said to Amanda out. Was that it?Eric grimaced and shook his head. It still didn't make it okay. Erichadn't asked to be in a FLM, hadn't asked to be her maid either for thatmatter. She shouldn't be forcing it on him. He needed to stand up to hersomehow. It seemed impossible though. She'd been very clear - theyweren't going back to how things were and she was planning even morechanges. Whatever she had in mind seemed ominous.His stomach tied itself in knots as he dwelt on it. The situation wasunbearable. He rubbed. "What about your husband?" Brian asked."I showed you what we agreed to right?" Stacy asked. She held his hand as she opened the door to the apartment. "He knows exactly where I am and what might happen." And he is fine with it?" Brian asked."Not really," Stacy shrugged. "I told him he could screw his old girlfriend if he wanted to," she smiled. They sat down on the couch. "I came to tell you a few things. And if you're okay with them then…" she turned and eyed the bedroom."Okay," Brian. Reginald grinned at her. "Want to try it again?"Vella shrugged her shoulders. "Not right now. Maybe later. There's something else I want to show you." She walked over to a corner of the room and pulled out a large A-shaped frame about waist-high, mounted on collapsible wheels. It looked like a sawhorse, but with wider legs. Leather restraints dangled from those legs. "I thought this would be more interesting to try first."The boy studied the contraption. "I don't get it. How does it work?".