Margaret was at her desk outside my office compiling statistics for the same report. Randy showed up and their words quickly got heated, with him gett...ng verbally abusive."Listen, you stupid cunt. I ain't payin' you shit, so I can see my kids."I walked into her office asking if there seemed to be a problem. Randy turned on me, "Mind your own fuckin' business, asshole!" He turned back to Margaret, "This your new stud, bitch?" I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir," I said, moving between. That was probably the last rebellion I put up. From then on it was just along gradual slide into total submissiveness.I became a subject in a total brainwashing program. I was allowed towatch the soaps on T.V. and some game shows. Our subscription to theL.A.Times was cancelled and replaced with a slew of women's magazines:Vogue,Cosmopolitan, Redbook, Woman's Week... and so on. At first I just ignoredthem, but she started asking me questions at random from various articles,usually ones. He wasn't a virgin, thankfully. That was something he couldn't have dealt with only two months after his twenty-first birthday. Being the only single on the trip would've been too much to take, he'd thought.Not that he ever shared it anyone else, but his two previous sexual experiences really hadn't added up to all that much. One had been with a professional, right after his eighteenth birthday. The guys on his first job had taken him out to a brothel one of them knew about as a belated gift.. We waited for what seemed like an eternity, but what in reality was just a few minutes. I saw her walk in behind him, seeing first the black boots she was wearing. My eyes lifted to see long slender legs wrapped in denim jeans, a white turtleneck shirt and a black leather jacket. She had on her glasses which I had not seen in any of the pictures on the net. Her eyes the deepest blue behind them and surrounded by the blonde hair that fell across her face and shoulders like golden wheat. Standing.