“Are you okay?” I asked for the umpteenth time that day.We were sitting in the lounge in front of the TV. I for one had no idea what programme was... playing, too lost in my own thoughts.“Ye-es,” Amanda replied, the answer obviously being ‘no’.“Are you having second thoughts?”“Well, I’m not looking forward to Wednesday, if that’s what you mean!” she said.“You might enjoy it as much as the first time,” I said bitterly.“It’s not that,” she replied, oddly detached. “However good or bad it feels, that. ????? Who had rescued me and where were we goingat present? Was one of those harpies dedicated to my destruction and utterdegradation still in control of me? I prayed to whatever god would hear mypleading and promised anything if I could be returned to the safety of MistressMaggie, a cruel but just mistress. That led to other questions. What was instore for me if indeed we were returning to my current mistress's home? Whatkind of penalty would I be made to pay for my less than perfect behavior. She was a girl on a Mission.…then Kim grew up… Kim grew up, and she found out about boys.Ahhhh, boys, boys.Rude boys, cute boys, boys who were shy, boys who would flirt, boys who tried to touch her.They were cute.They were funny.They had kissable lips!Boys, boys, Boys! Of course, Kim was no Harlot! She was no Slut!No, no, no! Kim wasn’t going to go around having sex with boys and fooling around with boys before she got married! NO, no, no. Absolutely not. Not Kim. Not she.And besides, what. "Lovely," he commented, "you have a natural talent for modeling."Mioki blushed and Cathy giggled to see her new friend's embarrassment, but Mioki was slowly beginning to relax and coming to realize she enjoyed being the center of this handsome man's attention. She tried new poses and once when her skirt rose exposing her thigh, she pretended not to notice and wondered if he really thought her beautiful. The pages were turning now every few seconds and Mioki's amazement grew by the moment. How.