Peter seemed extremely pleased with the demonstration. With everyone still assembled around the main table, he announced that we’d now split up into... groups of three, and practice what we had learned, trying to copy the demonstration. He introduced me to two guys who he said were in my group. One was old, and extremely hairy, which I found very unattractive. The other was just old. Neither was in great shape. I had no interest in proceeding, and protested. “But surely I’m excused. I couldn’t see. He’s submissive.’ ‘I didn’t know any man would be like that.’ ‘Well, Eric is certainly not submissive…that’s why you’re better off without him. You need a submissive man, Liz. You would really enjoy him.’ Gregory came back to the living room. He stood beside Kim and told her that dinner was ready. She stood and took Liz’s arm, pulling her gently to her feet. ‘Come along, Gregory.’ He followed them to the dining room. Two places were set. He helped Liz with her chair and placed a napkin in her. Books, toys, equipment and clothes, go on that side of the room," she said, pointing towards the wall with a door leading out onto her patio. "Everything else – except the contents of my desk and the glass-fronted cabinet – go on that side. That's the stuff we're leaving here. If Mom lets me come back for it, I will, otherwise we jettison it and move on."As her three slaves began to follow her instructions, she sat down and rubbed her eyes wearily before going to work on the boxes from her desk. I don’t know how long we stood there, just holding each other, giving each other comfort. When suddenly I heard mom’s voice from the doorway, ‘I know you guys heard everything.’ When we looked at her, she held up her hand. ‘Don’t try to deny it. I saw you guys standing at the door. ‘Yes your father and I are getting a divorce. I….I…’ It looked like she was trying to form words that just wouldn’t come. Finally she just shook her head and turned away towards the kitchen. I looked up at Robert and.