"Now, young lady. If I ever step out of line like that again, I hope that you'll remember that I'm only human and I have faults, though few. Still, I ...ant you to always let me know when I have acted the brute."I could only nod."With that said, I want you to step over here." You stepped aside and I found myself staring at a rope hanging from the ceiling with an odd contraption attached. "Now." Trembling, I stepped forward as ordered. A small hook was placed through the "D" ring of my collar.. Madam asked me, “Moni how will you return in this stormy night?” I replied in a dried voice “after few minutes the rain will stop and then I could go, if you lend me an umbrella it would not be a problem to me.” Madam was watching the outside through the window and called me “the condition of the road is not so good, I think some big trees are uprooted in this storm, electricity line also may be destroyed. Come and look my dear, all the traffics are standing at a place, no movement, you will. ..I've never...and it's fifteen thousanddollars!...and my dreams? My dreams? I'm supposed to believe thismachine of yours that my dreams are all...are all..."He said the word for me."Gay." HOW?" I moaned out.Greg waited me out."How?...how am I supposed to do that? I'm not...I've never...I'vealways been..."He kept waiting me out.I kept sobbing while I talked."All my dreams are gay?...and I'm the, the, the one onthe...bottom...that I'm the woman?...I mean, I don't wear, I've...I'venever worn. She turned the chair away from the mirror and took off the band allowing Marion to fluff out her hair."Right." She announced. "Are you ready for this?" Marion nodded.Sylvie turned the chair back. There was silence as Marion stared at her reflection. Staring back was the face from a glossy fashion magazine."That's not me." She spluttered. Sylvie agreed."No, it's not you. I think that person is ... Marianne, yes Marianne. A beautiful lady of a certain age. Confident in herself, willing to take on.