Woodburn sat at the head of the table in his usual place. I was placed at the other end of the table with the six Directors on either side. As dinne... progressed, comments continued about the slut aspect and the types of men and what activities might work as if the actions in the Board Room only hours earlier hadn’t happened. The discussion remained almost on a theoretical level if it weren’t for the leering looks I caught from the table and the occasional touches to my arms or hands when it. " Gymnastics?" She arched her back for greater height, aiming her feettowards the heavens. Her skirt-tails streamed out behind her in abillowing scarlet mass."Yeah, gymnastics," I repeated, "you know: backflips, cartwheels ?somersaults." I was vaguely surprised that she hadn't done any tumblingat school, but I was getting used to that now. It was sort of like theWhipper-Snapper: she'd never seen one until she came to Fairmont. I wasgetting the impression that she must've lived on a farm or. I went into the living room. Just as I suspected, lying across the footstool, face down on her stomach, her magazine spread out on the floor in front of her."Why can't you sit in a chair like everyone else?" I asked. "And when did you decide you could start running around the house in your housecoat at five in the afternoon?" Mom, I'm not hurting anything. I just felt like wearing it, okay. Christ, give me a break." I'll give you a break, young lady. Across your bottom." Teasingly, I whacked. Even ifyou could tell them what I am doing to you, they wouldn?t care."Zoe stared blankly at him and nodded."Good girl," he replied.They got out of the car. It was still cool out at night and Zoe shiveredslightly. Brandon either didn?t notice or care as he clipped a leash onZoe?s collar"Come with me slut," he ordered he led her to the back door.He pressed the buzzer and looked up at the security camera. A momentlater the door opened, and a large burly man waved them in. Zoe couldsee the man had.