None more than the relaunch of her once doomed website. She was a little apprehensive about the website thing. The last attempt didn’t work out well...and she didn’t want to invest the time and money again. Yet she knew that a website could make her some good money. A lot of her friends in the business have these subscription based websites where people will pay good bank a month just to be able to download some pictures.Allen did his thing and got her website running in record time. He knew a. .." shecontinued, making the spanking gesture with her hands.I felt tears starting to flow down my cheeks as my mother answered."Hello Sarah," she sounded over the speakerphone, "Did I forgetsomething?" No," Sarah said, "it's your son who has forgotten to tell yousomething." Oh?" my mother said."Hi, mummy," I said, suddenly aware of my girlish voice, then continuedquickly, trying not to give her time to say anything about it, "I'mcalling about your old clothes. I would like to thank you for. . Before she was at level 4 - Now she's at level 2!" I'm even more confused, Cynthia - What are these levels?"Cynthia grinned a superior grin before answering."The levels are an invention of mine to control Ronnie ...Each level sets a 'norm' for slave behaviour - I think I need to fullyexplain for you to understand.Level 1 is total subservience ... Level 2 is respectful acquiescence ...Level 3 is firm friends ... Level 4 is determined disrespect, anddesperation to escape and set the law onto. He was taking me supper and to the opening of Titanic. Supper was quite enjoyable; I genuinely like eating at the Outback. The movie was great! It was so heartwarming and sad at different points, and Terry held me when I cried. Always the gentleman, when appropriate. Not so much when we could get alone and naked. I was much the same. I was the “lady in the street and a whore in the sheets,” while he was a “gentleman in the street and a beast between the sheets.”We typically went out on a date.