I visited the cabinet again and returned to put a collar around her neck."Tell me," I hissed.Samantha shook her head again.I smiled. She looked like M...om, but she wasn't, and she played the game differently. This was going to be a lot of fun. I pulled down on the rope at the back of the collar and tied it off around her waist. Samantha's head was drawn back but not so much she couldn't watch the TV. I grasped her throat with one hand and brushed the fingertips of the other across her lips."Tell. We were given numbers based on our height. My number was 11, and once the healthy brunette left there was now only 14 of us left. We were all given a partner, my partner was #12 she was a dark-haired Latina with huge breasts and a tiny little waist. We were told this was our partner for the next 12 weeks. I was happy she was Spanish. If I didn’t mention it I am Spanish and White. My father is White and my mother is Puerto Rican. I had been worried this might be a ‘Baywatch’ group. . I put my shoes back on. “I’ve already taken mine off”, she said, smiling and wiping tears off her bony cheeks at the same time.A large oval rug covered the floor between the door and the bed. It was more like a carpet made up of long strips of heavy cotton which had sewn together in that form. It was probably from the farm country and seemed quite new. Colleen stood in the middle of that carpet. “Come here and pretend were are both at work”, she said slowlyWe both stood on the carpet. She was a. How could she even think I'm more important than her?"Dawn wiped the tears from her face as wept as she softly muttered, "First Buffy and I lost mom then Buffy went and got all stupid and noble… now I don't have her anymore. Even Willow and Tara don't understand, they have each other."Tara wrapped her arms around Willow and softly whispered to her lover, "Willow she's hurting so much we have to make her feel loved and wanted." "Baby we're doing the best we can, aren't we?" Willow said as she.