Sorrel at first was reluctant to let Marion get involved in any gambling games, afraid of what Fletcher’s reaction might be, but she was overruled b...y the collective suasion of the other three. Chat time revealed very little. Gwyneth was something of a crafts freak, and went on and on about flower baskets, sewing, and, of all things, the new loom she’d bought. Hannah was a health nut, sports like handball, golf, and aerobics kept her free time covered. Marion was the real pistol. There wasn’t. I surrendered in a way that seems logical by definition in its demand that I no longer refer to myself, or even think of myself as, a person. Since I am now an object, chattel of limited value, an animal, I think of myself as an it a thing to be used, or not, by my owners or their agents. By the end of this sentence, I will no longer refer to myself as an I, instead it will refer to itself as just what it is, a thing, and use the proper words to do so. Ahhh. What a relief. To write of. I jumped to my feet and tried to adjust my clothing while Mr. Wilson was shouting that I was a disgraceful girl. Steve also jumped to his feet and made a run for it leaving me to face the music alone. We then heard a cry coming from the hut. Mr. Wilson opened the door and there was Jenny barely dressed in a state of great excitement. He grabbed Jenny by the hand dragged her out and told her to make her self decent as she was an absolute embarrassment to the school. Dave bolted as fast as is his. Lisa opened her eyes. He was looking out over the ocean. It seemed peaceful on the surface. Even the waves crashing into the sand seemed deceptively peaceful – timeless.“What’s your name?” she asked. “I’m Lisa. Pestova – Lisa Pestova. Elizabeth, actually.”He looked at her, then noticed she was watching him – watching his reaction to her nudity. She seemed – pleased – that she made him nervous. “Mac,” he said. “Call me Mac.”“Not much of a name,” Lisa said. “Did you just make that up or what? I’d.