Then I added a postscript, God, thank you for whatever it is. CHAPTER 3 That afternoon Diane and I left for our honeymoon. We drove to Miami Beach in...my new sky-blue 1958 Ford Fairlane convertible, a wedding gift from her father. Our first morning there we came down for breakfast at the Ocean Surf Hotel restaurant. ‘Well, good morning, newlyweds!’ chirped the maitre d’. When the waitress approached our table, she likewise chimed in with a ‘And how are our honeymooners this morning?’ Now, how. Steffi:? But isn?t there some way to get off on abetter foot than I have?VM:?Feeling competitive?? Well, I willtell you what ? it?s your first night, so I will cancel the things you?vealready done wrong.? But from here onout, you have to follow rules.? And Imean follow them.Steffi:? But what if I lose points?? VM:?My usual recommendation is that if you fall below zero, you shoulddefinitely ask for at least a 10 point punishment.Steffi:? Oh God.VM:?Enjoy. He logged off, and Steffi stared at the. . high, okay? I shouldn’t have shot you, but I was ... high. It was cocaine. I did some lines with my boyfriend, Kirby. He was celebrating his latest promotion at Exxon. He’s moving in, just so you know. That’s why you had to go right then. Look, I’m getting a job with him and starting over. I just want to make sure that we’re ... good. Sorry I shot you, but ... well, you were trespassing now that it was my house instead of ours,” Elaine continued to show fuzzy logic.“So, you were high then,. "Put it on." he said, calmly.I just stared at him. Ramona, a Mexican mom of two and Cathy, another white teen looked at me.I just stood there. The man threw my bra at me. He then pulled out a small knife and ran it on his braided head menacingly. I caught the bra mid air, and tied it around my white shirt. It provided good support as I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Without a word, he threw matching black panties at me. Once again, I grabbed it and slipped into it. I caught a glimpse of.