..may be a dayor two." I'll clear out the rest of the day, sir. You take all the time youneed." Thanks Mary, you are a lifesaver."I ended the call, an... laid back on the bed, staring at my nails. Thesparkles catching the morning light. I don't know why, but I kind ofliked them. The sort of nails I would have liked on my dream girl. Stillstaring at my hands I didn't feel it when my eyes shut and sleep fell in.Thumping music. Heat. Darkness. People bumping me from all sides. I feelthe music right. She clasped onto herself for protection. She though she could obscure my view. I'd already pictured it raped and broken. Her face looked to her toes and she swayed slightly. 'So look at me. Look up and open your eyes and look at me. I'm looking at you.' She did all I asked but still had her cunt behind her clasped hands. 'Put your hands in the air behind your head and keep them there.' So there it was. She had to show what her mom had always told her. "I've not... erm" she paused "I'm not sure I should tell you this". " go on" I replied, "well err... John (her husband) has been neglecting some of my erm... Needs". " like what" I asked, seeking confirmation of a conclusion I had already reached in my head. "Sex, Ryan" she replied bluntly, with an assured firmness in her voice. This was also the conclusion I came to.Wanting to tiptoe around the issue I said "there's probably a reason, maybe stress from work". She retorted "would you let work. " He sighed theatrically, "I'm going to say this again, REAL SLOW so you get it. We sold Doc Bradley on you based upon your intelligence, but I haven't seen a whole lot of it yet. This is about obedience -- it's about following instructions. OF COURSE the instructions aren't simple shit -- well, actually, they have been, but they're in conflict with your bullshit standards for personal behavior -- what would telling you to scratch you nose show me about what you'll do when something hard to do.