barbara waits for Me. Sitting patiently at barbaras desk, smoothing her hair, smoking another cigarette, waiting.  The vodka in the fridge behind her, beckons barbara. Calling out her name.  barbara.  her leash and collar sits on the desktop within grasp.  barbara can already feel the gentle yank of the chain, the way the collar tightens as Jordan pulls.  barbara reaches for the vodka, knowing it will help ease the sting of whats to come next.

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