"I thought I'd make an extra effort to fitin, on my first day. I know from all of our conversations that supportstaff in this office are generally fe...male. I also know that you're morecomfortable dealing with women in general. And with the last 18 months ofpractice, I know that I can pull this off and convince anyone that I'mjust a young, smart female. You can tell me to leave if you like, butthat would make little sense, I'm here and I'm ready to help you to crunchthrough your crazy work. I go upstairs to take off my clothing- cooking naked isnot a good idea when you are excited and likely to spillsomething. We sit outside on the deck as the sun goesdown, and he tells me the rest of his plans.I love the way wind feels on my body when I’m naked,it’s one of the nicest things about living in thecountry. I love sunbathing in the nude. I suspect myneighbor has seen me many times out in my back yard.It starts to cool off, as it does in the desert in theevening, and I move. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill over the brims. In moments, there is cool air on my face, cold air where the tears streaked, and finally the lump in my throat deflates enough to talk. ‘Why–why kill me?’ I feel his hand leave my neck as we stop. He pulls the silver case from me, and it makes a jingling clatter on the sidewalk as it breaks into halves, spilling cigarettes over the sidewalk. The sprinklers are on. The smell of freshly cut, wet grass is overpowering, but the world is just a. Oh, don’t worry, there will be many more rules and you will comply with them to the letter or you will be severely. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Mistress.” “See, you’ve already memorized the first rule. So far so good.” Bridget walked up and stood in front of me again. “Close your eyes,” she demanded. I could hear her pull down the zipper of her pants. “Stick out your tongue and start licking, no peeking. If you open your eyes I’ll whip the shit out of you.” I could smell her. I.