This new room was well lit, with a full-length floor-to-ceiling mirror on one wall and a series of doors on the second wall. The other walls were blan...."||TRAINING ENGAGED, BEGIN LEVEL 7: FIGURE AND DRESS ||" Geez, how many levels are there?" I wondered."|| Please step into the closet ||" said the voice in my ear. I looked up to see one of the doors on the side wall open up. The closet was very small, really no larger than a phone booth, with a low ceiling.I walked up to the closet and stopped. " What about family?"I start out in my best Ted Baxter voice, "I was born in a small Midwestern town with a 5 thousand watt radio station." This earned me another cuff upside the bucket."I have two sisters; growing up, one could whip me and the other could out run and hold me until the one who could whip me caught up with us. As a result of this childhood abuse I was the only Freshman in High School who could dance, the Twist, Lindy, Jitter Bug, slow dance to a Waltz or Foxtrot, Stroll, or. Before I could shake myself freeI realised who I was and what I had just been about to do. I fell backto the bench with a pained cry barely held in my throat.With shaking shoulders I fell forward, until my chest pressed againstmy thighs and hair screened me from the world. My rescuer sat softlybeside me and said not a word until I sniffed and turned to look ather.It was the pink-haired woman I?d seen just before that greasy bastardhad made his move. Close up she looked to be in her. That means he's always had to be a control freak. He can go a long time before he comes. And for some girls that's a problem. They get sore, or they get bored." You're kidding," Melanie said. "I never got sore." No," Jenny said, "but the weekend the four of us spent together while they were away — you had about all you wanted, maybe a little more."Melanie nodded. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I was almost glad when you two left. Not that I was sore, just — can you believe this? — I'd had enough.