She inched backwards, back to the door. She wasn’t all that sure that she wanted to do this. This was weird. Her fingers touched the doorknob. �...Come here sweety.’ The doctor said friendly. ‘Don’t be scared.’ She pushed the handle down but the door didn’t open. In fear she stared at the doctor. ‘I changed my mind.’ She said. ‘I choose jail, I rather just do my time.’ ‘Too late.’ The doctor said. ‘You’ve signed a contract, you’re in my care now.’ ‘But, but...’ April shuffled from. I nodded. It'd been a hectic day for me and with my husband home now, there was surely no relief in sight. From my kneeling position on the floor, I told of my string of calls and the end results. He did look pleased and said he may even join me to watch the piercing process. I had mixed feelings about that idea, but didn't say anything. It wasn't my place. I guess if I had to have an audience, whether it be him, him and my Master, or a group of strangers, then that's what I'll have. I hated. After drawing a tub of hot water, she lowered herself into it and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a long day and she was tired. She examined her body with her hands. At thirty-five years old and recently divorced, she was now all alone and on her own. She did not regret leaving her husband, for they were constantly fighting and arguing with each other, and it had become unbearable for her to live with him. However, she missed his hands on her body, and the way he used to make love to. ....“You thought you would miss me when I’m gone? You wanted to tell me but you didn’t want to influence my decision?”She burst into tears. I held her tight and again a weight lifted off my shoulders but this time also off of my chest. I had my answer, this was not only my home or merely my life it was my calling. I knew it in my heart and I doubted it no more. I kissed her forehead softly and whispered in her ear. “Oh Angelina, I understand now. I understand that..........you missed a service.