“I got your gift. It’s lovely.”I’d sent her a fiery-red pendant that I knew would perfectly complement her strawberry blonde hair.“So are yo...!” I affirmed. “How did you manage to answer the phone?”“Every call today is for me, so I think Josie’s radar was off. She’s giving me evil looks now because she didn’t get a chance to tease you.”“Tell her that if she’s not careful, I’ll turn her over my knee!”Jennifer laughed, “She’d like that! How are things?”“I had a mini meltdown on Thursday and. Four years were a long time to catch up on, in the end she wouldoccasionally allow him to fuck, but those events would have to be thesteps on his route to total service!He lay in his bed.Exhausted!Georg could feel the chain that fixed him to the bed. Just enough playto use the chamber pot in the night and no more. He knew and understoodthat the chain was more a symbol of his captivity than anything else.It was Madam's means of making sure that she could visit at any time ofthe night and use him. Though none of these sins were very notable, she nonetheless believed herself to be quite sinful. She knew that all men were born into a state of total depravity, and women even more so. Her pastor said that women were being punished for the sins of Eve, and because of this, they had been placed under the supervision of men. It must be true, all of her congregation said so. This wasn’t a modern thought, but it was all she knew, having spent her entire life attending the East Bakersfield. I didn't need to make an appointment to see the bank manager, for as soon as I introduced myself to the cashier, a thirty something, dark haired, blue eyed female with a pout and a sultry look about her, in fact an older version of Jenny Walsh and Hannah the Runaway — catnip to me — the manager appeared as if from a magic lamp. And in fact she did look a bit like a djinn."Mister Desmond!" The manager, or manageress as she would have been addressed in those far off Non PC days, did not extend.