Little did I know that like him, I would come to love wearing a goodcorset or shaping girdle. Poor Dael always squirmed and complained."Just wait unt...l you graduate and are working somewhere," mother wouldsay. "When you're tightly girdled and on your feet all day, wearingheels, you will have something to complain about."Early in the year 3266A.E., mother and mama took me to a professionalphotographer's studio for a series of "romantic portraits" which theyexplained would go to the priest. She was likely either forty or just past it.I, on the other hand, was in the twilight of my third decade on earth. If youth counted for anything, I was one up on her. I expected that it wasn't the years that counted in the eyes of men, it was most likely the miles. As any used car salesman might tell you a new but high mileage car was less valuable.Monday morning I was up before the sun. Since it was fall like morning in Alabama, I pulled on an extra sweatshirt before I left on the E trike for. I just…I can’t seem to speak to people like Beth and the other ladies are able. A gentleman might say, ‘My, you’re looking quite fetching this evening, Lady Arabella,’—lies of course—and all that I am able to respond with is, ‘Thank you, my lord, you are too kind.’ But, Cathy and Beth, oh, the brilliant things that they think to say. Once, I heard Lord Winterdale say to Cathy, ‘Good evening, my lady. I must confess that your eyes sparkle brighter than the clearest diamond tonight and rival. They made love or had sex when he wanted it, but never when Shayna wanted it. She had the sex drive of a wild woman. There was a little whore, a wild slut, hidden deep within her sexuality. She wanted to be made love to, caressed, fondled, licked, devoured. She wanted to be fucked, pounded, wildly, abandoning all reason for the passion of the moment. Shayna wanted to be the woman she was before settling into this drab marriage. But Ted, kind as he was in most ways, wasn’t capable of that. His.