Deep down she was more than those spoiled brats of Pluribus. Her friend Gloria became hysterical after a few drops of rain. They said there was no cur...e for Califerm addiction, but all the addicts she had met were soft spoiled brats. She wanted to be as tough as the toughest Nilfeheim Warrior. She wanted to show them a woman could take it and now she was losing the battle against a chemical in her blood?She tried to fight it, she wanted to fight it and yet every fiber of her body screamed and. By Lesley Renee CharlesChapter 8I guess I should fill you in on my family. I am the middle son, I guessnow the only daughter of my parents. I have an older and younger brotherwho fit the more stereotypical role of male. I was always on the moredelicate and feminine side which of course drove my father.My father, Samuel Smith, is a man's man. He likes to workout in the gym.He loves to fix and repair cars. He is into Football, Baseball andSoccer. He played them while he was in school. He. I was calling you. What’s up — come on spill it,’ Joseph demanded. When she didn’t say anything, he got concerned. ‘Hey it’s me, Cat. Come here,’ he said softly pulling her into a hug. He felt her shaking and hugged her tighter. He waited for her to start speaking knowing she would when she got herself together. ‘I’m scared Jo,’ she whispered. She pulled away slightly and looked up into him with tear filled eyes. Sniffling and wiping her eyes on her shirt sleeve, she turned from him to gaze. I heard your voice in a somewhat stern tone call me into your office. You had the shades drawn tight and upon entering you spoke only a single phrase "Off, now." Without hesitation I stepped out of my clothing, allowing my skirt to pool on the ground at my feet. My blouse fluttered to the ground, leaving me in only a bra and thigh high stockings. The simple silver tone eternity collar stood out against my café au lait flesh, glinting in the dim lighting.Long ago I had learned to not wear.