" Okay," Denise said. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of herself out of the corner of her eye. The minor difference in dress and weight surprised ...her. She turned and looked back in the mirror. The image didn't seem quite so fat to her this time."Are you coming?" Susan asked when she realized that Denise hadn't followed her."Yes," Denise answered turning away from the mirror. It felt a little strange looking in the mirror and not detesting the image that was reflected back at her. She. .. Up!' And up she stood, and bent over the desk as instructed.'Good girl. Your learning.'Kelly didn't need to learn. She'd been used like this before. Hundreds of times. By more dominant people than Jason. People who did this as part of their lives. Kelly's memory went back in her life, as she lay over that desk, remembering. She felt her legs being separated, as she recalled the first time with OLD MAN TAIT and that horrible cruel man, Combover. She was a teenager, repaying OMT for her. I was able to attend all the home and away games and Joe would try to make as many as possible. There was a couple, Suzette and Ken that also went to all the games. Ken was on paid leave from his mortgage banking job because of some kind of investigation. I never really heard or understood the details of all of that. But one day in mid-season, Ken wasn’t at the game. I found out from Frances, Suzette’s best friend that Ken was in jail.Frances also told me that Suzette was filing for divorce and. I mean . . . what happened?’ ‘IT happened,’ Pat said unnecessarily. ‘And it was wonderful. He was handsome, the setting was perfect . . . he did everything right . . .’ ‘But?’ ‘But I still felt something was off. And I could tell that he felt that way too.’ ‘Like what?’ Pat bit her bottom lip. ‘Like the fact that even though he’s been so wonderful and so cute and so patient and so . . . whatever I needed him to be . . . I don’t love him,’ Pat said. She was ashamed of the words, but couldn’t.