A quick change was made; we decided to let the thermal images determine which students would be scrutinized closer.We collected 10 hunting knives (bla...es longer than 4 inches) and three handguns. Since this was a trial run, I collected their drivers licenses and told them they could pick them up after class. I did not know for sure what the policy of this college was, but I was pretty sure those items were banned.I called the DHS guys to have them run the serial numbers on the guns and to see. ’ She handed me her black blouse, which was tighter on me than it had been on her, but apparently we’d torn off the button she’d been using anyway, so I just used the next one down. I put on some costume jewelry Linnea had loaned me, and I was ready to go. Almost. ‘Do you have your ID?’ Cammy asked. ‘No.’ I looked at her blankly. I knew I’d put my license… I shook my head, frustrated. I was sure I had one — well, pretty sure — I knew how to drive, even if I hadn’t done it recently. Now that I. I went over all the details, about how I had come home late from work to find him asleep. How I had to fix myself something to eat though he had said he would make dinner for me to. Then I got to the worst part, well second to worst. I had started doing the laundry, and found in his pants pocket a flimsy red piece of lingerie. Furious since I only wear the purple and black, I had gone to our bed and woken him up and started yelling at him. At first he kept asking what was wrong until I shoved. To my Husband: Thank you for teaching me that real masculinity isexpressed through genuine submission. Your life is a living testimonythat man is exalted only when he is willing to be humbled. You are the24/7 love of my life.To Kathy and James: Thank you for your support and diligence. Thisbook would not have been possible without your help.To all the people who are mentioned in this book: Thank you for beingwilling to share the private and intimate details of your life so that othersmay.