Daniel simply sat down, still leaning against his wooden beam. He kept his sword across his lap and stared at it with a mesmerized look ... as if it w...re a roaring fire.I had nothing to do. So I did nothing.And doing nothing for a man of my age was an excuse for remembering.Half a Millennium AgoTones of deep violet and splashes of hesitant pink were all that colored the sky.From a canvas bag I was pouring a rough circle of what looked like dark sand on the ground. The sand was made up of cold. I need a man to control me andkeep me as his bitch. I want it to be as obvious as this blue hair. Iwant to wear my status for all the world to see. I see no limits.The chills return and I scrunch up in my seat as my body surrenders tothe tremors. I use a meditation technique to calm down. The tremorssubside. I feel no more a man today than the Hispanic mom does. I feelcloser to her for some odd reason than I do the three white kids downthe other end of the train. I feel even better. I feel. I'm dying to see how it looks on you. I want to see how you look when you're wearing nothing but the bracelet. Take the rest of the afternoon off and come over here. You want me to send a taxi for you?" Whoa, wait a minute there. I'm not rich like you, I have to work. I have to keep my job." Oh, Laura, you're so tiresome. I have plenty of money for both of us. And about seventeen others too. Why are you so worried?" I'm not. I like my job. And I do have to keep it. I can't just be the plaything. Day 3 I must have slept so heavily, I didn?t hear thebedroom opening, the first I knew of it was when I was awoken with a start by astrangers hand wrapped tightly round the back of my head.?You lazy, idol useless fucking whore? he said pullingmy head towards him with my hair. I managed to pull my head away from him, hecame at me trying to rip the clothes I had on from around me so I waited tillhis hand was close enough and lent forward and chomped down hard onto hisgloved hand. Slapping my face.