I'm being forced by the leverage he has over us to submit to him. But just as telling, I'm forced by my fear of him.I stared at Gary's feet as I worke... my shaking fingers down the front of my dress. I can feel the veins in my temples throbbing. I feel a fist squeezing my guts painfully in its cruel grip. And I feel more humiliated than I thought possible.But most of all I feel fear ... fear and loathing. Loathing for Gary because he's demanding this of me and because of what he did to Jimmie. I would like you to come dressed up, if possible. Love, Rose-- I was just as confused now as I was before. I re-read the message several times, trying to gain some hidden meaning from it. She probably hated me. This could be our last meal together. She probably is going to tell me to never talk to her again. I dreaded the night. Work was hell. The next three days dragged by slowly. The clock ticked by. Seconds went by like minutes, minutes like hours, hours like days. Finally the day of. Actually I couldn't believe I'd said that. Surely he did take it as a joke. Did his eyes widen? "That would be interesting, " he replied with a smile, but the conversation ended there. Did he even know where I lived? Yeah, their Christmas card that had just arrived. I'm sure Peggy sent it. Connor went into the men's room. I wandered back out to the party and didn't think much more about it.Office parties like that end early and I was home by 10. I took three Advils to ward off a near certain. "You weren't suppose to look at my puter," I protested."I didn't," he chuckled, "Jeff caught Barb reading them and made her tell it all." Are we in trouble?" Well, seeing that you two shits took it upon yourselves to write about being slaves of your own fathers, Jeff and I decided that was what you two wanted. Interesting, isn't it?" What is?" That you both let it happen so easily. . . So, ah, willingly. You sure this is what you want?" I think so." Okay, this is what is going to happen: We are.