Things weren't all that bad, though. At least my weight had stabilizedat about eight or ten pounds more than I weighed a year earlier, Ithink by follo...wing Karen's advice and cutting down on my carbs. And byDecember that year, Annalise and I had become fast friends. I justloved spending time with her. She'd always have something nice to say,like how she loved how my skirt went with my blouse, or that my nailswere so pretty, or how well my new hair style and color suited me. Sheeven complimented. She was uncomfortable enough that I'd begun having periods because she knew that I was starting to blossom into a young woman. She didn’t say it and never mention it me, but I also think mom had a kind of puritanical view of sex anyways. Perhaps she was hoping that I wouldn’t discover sexual pleasure until marriage. If so, she was going to be disappointed!Being summer, I dressed appropriately. Anything sexy was out of the question! Mom would never have approved of anything that hinted of. " Shit."We watched Jeannie leave the room and Wilson moved quickly to us. "Look, this NiS Program is going to take some time for us all to adjust to. This was my fault — I shouldn't have had you read Angelo; you're just such a perfect cast..." He stopped short like he hadn't mean to say that aloud. "Look, give Jeannie some space this week; that whole scene made her a little uncomfortable, OK?" Yeah," I tried to sound more relaxed than I felt, "no problem. It's all good. I'll e-mail her an. Not only out of politeness, but also to see how she’d react.Thad hadn’t killed four women in the harem, and obviously neither had Simon Nelson. So why had Kjersti done so?Walking into the foyer, there was a line of submissives to help him get comfortable, including a Bombay Sapphire and tonic, ice cold and possibly one of the five finest drinks he’d ever tasted. It was gone in less than a minute, and the male sub who’d served it was running off to get him another.“Where’s Mrs. Nelson?”“Waiting.