I drove into town, parking the trunk in a restaurant parking lot, and went in to have lunch.I saw a rack of booklets with real estate listings in them... I grabbed two different books, taking them into the restaurant with Kelly and me. We sat next to each other in a booth so we could look at the books together.Over the course of lunch, Kelly and I marked a few of the houses listed in the booklets. Two of the properties we read about looked promising. I noted the name of one of the realtors in the. "She shook her head sadly."He was angry at me," she continued. "Like it was anyone's fault but his that this happened. Hell, I was the only one on time. I sat there with the director for almost two hours before the next person arrived. It was horrible. I will think long and hard about doing a feature with that many performers again unless I have some say in who is cast." So, who is coming out?" Rachelle asked.It turned that everyone wanted to continue the discussion at the new venue.Karlie. Most days in the first two weeks her hands were bound tightly in fist like paws with black electrical tape so she learned to eat from the bowl like a dog, with her face. If she had to pee, she did it out on the lawn in the yard like a real bitch. The first two weeks were about stripping her down and normalizing her new status as property. You might think your mom is a strong person and in many ways you're right, but at her core is a submissive needing to be given purpose. That's all much easier. "Okay Daphne, keep hold of my hand and let me know when you see what you want."Daphne's voice was a sing-song composition of "No, no, no, (pause; modulation) no." It was repeated many and it seemed to be coming my way. Then, I saw blond hair and blue eyes, barely taller than the low table. The energy of her body and her sing-song composition stopped. She looked at me. Her eyes widened. She smiled. She yanked Athena's hand. "That one!" She tugged again. "Mommy! That one! LISTEN!"Athena turned to.