"Mr. Secretary!" she spoke into her microphone."I object," shouted the Ambassador from the United States. He was a sterling example of American States...anship, silver haired and graceful, dressed impeccably and enraged."Mr. Ambassador? To what do you object?" said the Chair."I object." To what do you object?" To the Presence in the Seat of that Perfidious Nation. That Stain on Humanity, that THING from the Princessapality." It was all so dramatic except that the finger on the hand at the end of. .a hated image. And in that moment, she had become that slave. It was almost too much. Coupled with the residual trauma of her rape as ateen, Michelle had a transcendental moment. It was as if her entire universe, which had always seemed to be ?out of alignment?, began to click into place. She could almost hear the wheels and gears grinding and then clanking into place. She was on her knees as a slave and facing the awful maw of history which contained a million such raw and wounding. Now I should tell you at this stage that Terry is retired, and a expert electrician you need to know this as it is the main reason I am writing this story Last week we had a major electrical fault in our home which almost caused a fire, to cut a long story short and get to the interesting bit,we must go back a few monthsto Christmas day 2012, so here we go, I unfortunately have Parkinsons Disease which believe me is not a nice thing to happen, It completely rules out alcohol and as a great fan. She was a boiling cauldron of terror, panic, intelligence, determination and a force of Will I had never before encountered in anyone I had ever met. All of this was stirred and twisted around her compelling and conflicting need to be submissive. I was amazed that her mind had not snapped with all the tumult she was feeling.I knew I was going to have to do something to calm her. I briefly consider a Spock "mind-meld" but that was hokey even on Star Trek. Besides, I had left my pointy ears in my.