You very strongly desire to lock yourself into aterm of service, via a legally binding contract, which instantly turnsthat fantasy into reality. It cr...eates a rush of excitement that's veryappealing to a lifestyle submissive. I get that. However, somefantasies are better left as such. There's no logical reason to legallyobligate yourself. You own the estate. You can wear whatever you want,and you can scrub, mop, and vacuum to your heart's content. You don'tneed a contract, and you don't need Ms.. " Not on the freeway. That is Freeway."Ron looked at his friend askance. "Whoa there, dude. You can'tpossibly mean that dog is Freeway... as in Freeway your cat?" That's exactly what I mean." Did you hit your head on something hard today?" asked Ron. "That isa dog; he's a really ugly mutt, but he's still a dog. And Freeway isa cat, dude. Or did you somehow just forget that?"Freeway barked at Ron, almost as if he were attempting a confirmationof his canine status."See. What did I tell you?. ” He went inside to find his mum while I turned the car around.Sitting behind the wheel waiting for him to return, playing with the different buttons on the steering wheel, trying to figure out what they do. That’s when I noticed the same youth’s which were harassing customers last time I came here. Pressing the button to open the window so I can hear what was going on. Who ever went into the shop or left they would say some comment or stand in front of them. Getting ready to get out of the car. I was going to bethe 'adult' and to just ignore him. But he persisted. After a while, Ichose another seat next to a ten-year-old girl. The girl smiled at me,but didn't say much. Which was fine because I had to think anyway.The bus pulled up at the school and I got out with the 'other children'on the bus. There were attendants at the bus's door that escorted usinto the building. Because I was new, someone was assigned to make sureI knew which class was mine and saw to it that I got.