“Patricia Brown,” the guard called out. A small blonde, whom Michaela thought couldn’t possibly be more than seventeen or eighteen years old, st...ood up, but became so overwhelmed by the entire process that she couldn’t bring herself to take even a single step forward towards the horse. She looked out into the crowd. “Patricia Brown,” the guard repeated, according to protocol. She shook her head slightly in disbelief, and at that moment, the two guards waiting at the horse moved in towards her.. I steadied myself for a second as each woman sprang up and grabbed the bed sheets trying to cover themselves with a look of disbelif on their faces. "How long have you been there" Helen said "what does it matter, he's obviously seen what we've been doing" Susan said I didn't know what to do or say as each woman kept saying things to me and each other. I caught sight of Helens left breast which she hadn't covered properly. It looked fantastic poking out from the side of the bed sheet she held in. " She stifled a laugh. "Don't you want me to be happy? As happyas I've made you?"Thinking as quickly as I could, "Of course, but I won't be happy withoutyou!" Now Lynn, you must be realistic. I would only be in the way of you andyour lovers. You have a wonderful job here and what about your manyfriends, all of your 'boyfriends'? It IS the way it has to be Lynn."I was out of arguments. What could a submissive male say to change themind of a dominant woman? Nothing I could think of."Here Lynn,. It had become a ritual for her as she waited for Tiffany to return from her date with Jason. But the door slamming and the hurried footsteps snapped her out of her reverie. Jumping from her chair, Mrs. Jenson ran to her bedroom door just in time to see Tiffany storm by."Honey, what's the matter?"When Tiffany didn't answer, Mrs. Jenson went to her daughter's room and knocked. Impatient, her hand slowly turned the doorknob, inching the door forward. Peering through the opening, she saw Tiffany.