Wow I have not posted in this journal for almost a year! That's the result of some so called Dom/Master screwing with my head.  I do believe he's stuck his tail between his legs and left CM. Good ridance, we do not need those kind around.

If you've not noticed I am very blunt, and opinionated. ::grins::
Just remember no one is forcing you to read my "inner most thoughts."

I did take notice that CM is now making you wait til your enteries are "approved" before they are posted!
All I have to say is that is so wrong on so many levels!
Last I checked this was an adult site 18+. No need to censore us! I should be able to post what I want in my own journal.
Granted there are probably those, who abuse this, posting things that shouldn't be posted, such as ones address, or phone number.
You are an idiot if you are that foolish, inviting something you may not want.

So after almost a year, I am back!
I am greatful to see those that were here when I startes. Yet, there are so many new faces.

Those that know me, know I have spunk and have an extreme distaste for Trolls.
Those that don't will learn. For I will not change much.
I am fiesty, spirited, firey, impish, brazen... yet on the other side of the coin I can be..
shy, coy, flirtatious, quiet.
All depends on my mood at the time.

I do hope that one day a Master will take an interest in me, knowing I bare these traits, yet he will except me for who I am.
I still await that day.

I've been awful busy lately. Having little time to come back here and see what's goin on, and even what's not.

One thing I'm well aware of is I am sick of those that jerk my chain. ::Shrugs::
As far as  can see there are few real "Masters/Doms" in this world. At least any that are worth and have earned that title.
I am NOT, nor will I answer any mail from Any Dom, or Master bitching at me for MY opinion. If you seek an answer "Play nice, or DON'T play at all".

MMmm...
I've been AWOL!!
::snickers::
I haven't had much to say lately.
Astounding aint it!?
I'm feeling a lil fiesty.
Waivering on the line of Domme.
My lil impish side has kicked in, be forwarned!
::grins::
Mayhaps it's time to stir up the "pot" and see what rises to the top.

::curls up::
Well, lately I've been feeling alright. I check the mail often, though sometimes I don't reply right away. If I haven't replied to "you" it's probably because I am waiting till I am in the right frame of mind.
Either that, or I'm being lazy. Spank me please.
::Snickers::
Anywho, please take note that your mail IS read.
But with fickle moods like mine, I simply don't always answer.

I may not be the "perky, vibrant" person,
I usually am, as of late. I've spent the better
part of last night and today in tears.

They always say "if you love someone,
set them free. If they comes back to you,
then it was ment to be."

There is a long journey ahead of me.
I only hope I'll make it through
to the other side.

The time of awakening has begun.
I can no longer sit and ignore what I feel.
It is not fair to me, nor those around me.

I've been through hell and back so
 many times, I should be a friggin
tour guide.

They say "that which doesn't kill
you only makes you stronger."
It makes me wonder what
awaits me at the end of my journey.

"Someday"

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables

I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)

[Solo]

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
by Nickle Back

Mine...
Can you feel it?
That burning deep within?
If you've ever felt that insatablie ache,
that "hole" within you that simply cannot  be patched.

That inner pain that cannot be discribed,
for lack of suitable words.
A dark, empty, void seeming to eat away
at your very soul.

Few will ever realize what the cause of
so much inner turmoil is.
Fewer still will have the courage to
answer that calling, when the cause is discovered.

Luckily, for me, I have heard, discovered,
and heeded the calling.
I am elated to have found CM.
Thus far I have made many friends here.
I am greatful to those who are kind enough
to share their wisedom.
Helping me move through this transiton safely.
You all know who you are.

You know when you've done right by yourself when you feel it.
When YOUR special someone finds you,
in a chatroom, or sends you e mail, and
a delicious chill runs down your spine.

You'll know you've found the ONE when you linger on HIS/HER every word.
When the last thought crossing your mind before sleep it of THEM.
When you find yourself wondering,
how THEY are doing.
When you look forwards to seeing THEM
again.
 
Again words do fail me, for they are lackluster compared to how I feel.
Nothing can discribe, properly how one feels when they are with that one special person.

Though I feel as if someone has taken my heart, and placed it where no harm may come, I am afraid.
I walk into this with both my eyes and ears open.
I will go, linger, and wait where HE deems to place me.
Be it at HIS side, at HIS feet, or even on HIS lap, it is where I belong.

This girl will be HIS nothing, and HIS everything.
To be molded by HIS hands alone, into what HE desires.

"What are you, girl?"
"A slave, Master."
"Who's slave, girl?"
"Your slave, Master."
"Yes, MY slave girl, you are...
Mine...

A girls heart soars, knowing she is needed, loved, and cared for.
Thank you, Master BW.

I was Ordered to say something nice in my journal by a prespective Dom. Here goes nothing.

"Something NICE"

:::covers her tush and runs like a bat outta hell::

Where there's a Will, there's a way...

There isn't much I can say about the special one I am getting to know. Such takes time.
He is very driven towards what he desires. He's presistant as well. I'm even willing to bet, that in time, he would hurt those that dare hurt me.

So far discussions have been going well between us, though a few things need to be hammered out.
BW is becoming my big "teddy bear", and I am starting to become attached to him.

With all that I've been through its hard to make choices. Keeping myself safe.
Keeping myself from getting hurt.
For now I'll take my time, and hope he understands.

  Bitch
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

[Chorus:]
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

[Chorus]

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

[Chorus]

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other wayI hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

[Chorus:]
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

[Chorus]

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

[Chorus]

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Thoughts for the day...

I'm begining to think that some of the "Doms" I've had an interest in are simply "weekend warriors".

Why, you might ask?
 They either disappear, or their nick and profile vanish.

If your one of those kind of Doms, then by all means PLEASE pass me by! I don't need the bullshit, my bullshit quota is full for the year!!

On the upside.
There are few regs on here I'm getting to know.

Thoughts for the day....

::grins:: This should prove interesting!

As a switch, I rarely hold my tongue, :::grins::
so no apologies will be offered for this next insight, to MY lil world.

I had a good laugh today, having come across a profile of a Dom stating he preferred "plump busty" women.
Such does fit me to a T seeing I am a full figured womam.
Yet for the life of me, it read like a bloody commercial, so much so I cannot get the idea of a plump chicken or turkey out of my head!
The mind works in mysterious ways, and god how I love a good laugh.
Welcome to my twisted sense of humor!
Trust me it could be worse, as a dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste!

On another note, I've gotten a few mails I don't agree with. Yes, we all do have our opinons. They're like assholes ya know, everyone has one! Plus it's a place where the hemroids hang out!

I won't deny what I feel, and if something needs to be said, hell yeah I aint holding back.
Such is the life of a switch.

I've been told I've got a poor atittude, because I won't send my pic to just anyone.
Why? Because I feel that the majority of society bases their opinions on how a person looks, NOT what is on the INSIDE.
I find such shallow.
I don't want to hear any bullshit about this topic either.
Don't believe me?
When was the last time you saw a picture of a full figured woman on a magazine.
Like Cosmopolitain, Glamor, Redbook, Womans World, or even Playboy for that matter.

When society as whole, can change its way of thinking, maybe MY opinions will change.
When people stop buying into things like Atkins, Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig and the like.
When you can look upon yourself in the mirror, and look past the surface, to what lays beneath. When you can meet a perfect stranger and not focus on the visable flaws they have and appreciate them for who they are, and the rare beauty within,
THEN AND ONLY THEN
are you ready for someone like me.
They say beauty is only skin deep.
Therein the question lies,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but does the beholder realize when he sees that beauty?

One other thing before I close.
I've also had people state that for lack of better words. "I'm [nuts, crazy, insert your choice of words for such] to think someone will wait a year or more.

Now sit back and think a moment.
In "real life, meat life, vanilla life, normal mundane life [pick one]", most would consider you crazy for hooking up with a total stranger.

How many of you out there are willing to get married or engaged TOMORROW?
Certainly NOT, I.

Most people court one another. Taking the length of time they deem as comfortable for themselves to explore one another. Getting to know each others likes, dislikes, wants and needs in life.
Why in hell should this be an different!?
I am not the kind that will leap without looking. Such is foolhardy and dangerous.

I only hope that this admission, be it read by any self respcting Master/Dom, Mistress/Domme, and slaves would sit back and mull this over.
I truly wish you all well and do hope you will all take steps to keep yourselves safe.

The only way
OUT
is
THROUGH.
Only the STRONG stand.
fighting for what
THEY
want.
Is that person
YOU?
As a switch I will
ALWAYS,
ALWAYS
test you.

::Sighs, disappointed::

Inferno...

Deep within there's a burning desire.
Are you the one that can put out
the fire.

Can you handle,
Passion.
Seduction,
Feistyness.
It's not going to be an easy road.

With moods that shift like the winds,
and tides.
Can you handle it?

Sometimes she can be coy, and shy.
While at other times she's a
tigress.
Stalking with silent grace.
Ready to pounce at a moments notice,
and eat you whole.
Can you handle it?

One half of the coin,
seeks the other.
For there cannot be
LOVE
without
HATE.

YIN
without
YANG.

LIGHT
without
DARK.

and

GOOD
without
EVIL.

Can you fit all the pieces of the puzzle together?
Making one whole once more?
Only time will tell if a match has been made.
And I will take my time feeling things out.
Is that match you,
B & W?

The Gift....
There is a box, shaped like a heart.
Wrapped with silk and ribbon it lays there,
waiting to be opened.
Skillful hands pluck it from its resting place.
Turning it slowly, this way and that.
Keen eyes wandering over its wrapped surface.
Silent appraisal perhaps?

A chill races down your spine,
and goose bumps flock upon your flesh.
For all YOU know, this could be
Pandora's box.
Dare you open it?

More than likely, your hands are large, strong,
slightly calloused due to a life of labor.
Yet, you hold that box so gently.
Letting your fingers glide over the exquisite silk,
fingering the scarlet ribbon.

You give a gentle tug upon the bow,
and the ribbon slithers free.
The silk now loosens.
You slowly gather it into your fingers,
drawing it from the surface of the box.

Oddly enough that box is plain.
Save for its shape there seems to be nothing special,
 on the outside.
It feels warm,
but that could be from your hands.
You slowly lift the cover.
Maybe you peer inside and reclose it.
Or, perhaps, you rip it off and fling it aside.

You smell a hint of what may be perfume, or musk.
What lays inside?
You dig through the layers of plain tissue paper,
searching.
Your fingers brush against something wrapped in plastic.
It's cold, heavy, and soft.
They curl to lift it out into the light,
as you want a better look.

You set the box aside, as within you hands lays the object of your desire.
You hold a lump of clay.
Once you get past its protective covering, you inspect it.
Over time you notice it grows warm to your hands.
It becomes soft, malleable.
Easy to mold and shape at your whim.
Doing as you please with just the slightest amount of pressure,
and finesse.

Tell me what will you do with it?
Do you have the skill to form and shape it into your desire?
Can you see the beauty within,
and bring it to the surface?
Can you handle it without crushing it?

For when a slave has given you her heart.
When she has knelt at your feet in adoration,
proud that she is yours, you are the artist.
You are the Master chosen to mold and shape her.
And a girl would hope you realize....
that you have just received...

The greatest gift of all.

It's 12:05 Am, March 25th.
I had a wonderful birthday, filled with family and friends. So I'm actually in a good mood right now.
Today marks the day I am free!

::Sighs:: So far this evening has been fruitless. It's almost been two weeks since I last saw or heard from my Master.
Tomorrow is my birthday and the day after that marks when I'll be free to seek another. Needless to say this time around I am going to wait before I make my choice. I'll be damned if I'm going to be hurt again.

I added more Pics, Enjoy.

Pet Peeves...
(You should have seen this coming ::snickers::)
Liars
Those that say they'll be on and never show up.
Those that think you have nothing better to do than sit around and wait for them.
Those that sign on and then off, thinking you're stupid and won't notice!
Those that hurt you.
Worse those that hurt you again after you warn them not to.
Those dumb enough to think I'll bother with them after they have hurt me twice.
(I'm sure this list will grow!)

Seeker...
There is a vison that isn't very clear.
For now he is nameless, and faceless,
yet he goes by the title of Master.

He visits in the dead of night,
and haunts my waking moments.
For now he remains a shadow,
amoungst shadows.

I feel his eyes on me always.
As the fine hairs on the nape of my neck rise.
Goose bumps flock over my flesh,
and a chill snakes down my spine.

Though he alludes my eyes, there one minute,
and gone the next.

Does he watch over me like a gaurdian,
or more like a hungered beast, waiting to pounce it's
"Prey"?
I do not know, for only time will tell.

Does he bare the wits to get past boundiers erected?
Through invisable walls?
Able to do so without scaring a girl, or using his
Dominace?

It's so easy to claim someone as your own.
To collar them, and mark them as yours.
A collar does not, nor ever equals an "Insta~Slave, just add moisture",
with the likes of me.
Only the smart, well learned ones will understand such.
It takes a much stronger one to win someone over.
Someone that can use different methods than just a firm voice, hand or collar.

Out there, somewhere, wanders a kindred spirit.
Will he have the many qualities I seek?
He will be like a great oak.
Strong, sturdy, yet able to bend when needed.
He will be compassionate, loving, understanding, gentle, firm, honest, sincere.
He must have a sense of humor, and realize nothing is for granted.

This girl seeks someone special.
Someone she can cherish.
As a trained Pleasure slave, red silks,
this girl enjoys serving others.
 This girl is most happy when perched in a warm, welcoming lap.
She takes delight in serving in all forms.
A girl does hope that any Master she has in the future
will continue to allow her to serve. As this makes her happy.
A girls serves are long, true to their Gorean nature.
There is nothing more displeasing to this girl,
than to bare witness to a half assed Gorean serve.
This girl puts her heart and soul in all she does.
If that is not enough for you, then she is NOT what you are looking for, so please look elsewhere.

Five days remain.
Five days this girl will use "motar and bricks, to mend the hole in her wall".

Scarlet Silks...
As a girl wanders along this path.
she wonders where it will lead.
This girl is proud of her training.
She has had many friends over the years.
At one time this girl was an En'Safora. An honored place by her Masters side.
Sadly such had come to an end, and we both slipped away on seperate paths.

Now this girl walks alone. She watches all, mostly in silence. Learning as she goes. Keen eyes meander along the path ahead of her, always curious what lies around the next bend.

Another brick in the wall...
A girl waits, wondering where her Master has gone. For nine days have passed without a word from him.
Nothing short of death would be an exceptable excuse now.
Five days remain, and she uses this time to repair her "armor".

Another brick in the wall...

Thus, this girl has been made wiser, and will protect herself from "players". She will not be as trusting as she has been in the past. Nor will she be an "easy target". Even if this girl has known you for sometime, she will take her time, now. Yet, still she watches one, with a bemused smile upon her face.

Tell me, can a Master see through walls, and can he tear them down...
Only time will tell.

Lonesome Dove...
Last night was rough.
I spent a great deal of time waiting for "him" and he appeared for too short of a time. Gone within minutes.

I knew I would not be able to sleep well, long before my head hit the pillow.
True to my instincts I went to bed just past 3 am and could not fall alseep right away.
For even with my husband next to me, I felt alone.
Utterly, totally alone.
Even within a crowd of people, some of us are alone. Very few will ever find out why they feel such, and fewer still will embrace it once they have discovered the reason.

It's an unsatiable ache unlike any other you will feel. It is a void within ones self, that is difficult to fill unless you know why it's there. It's the feeling that "something" is always missing.

Somedays it's simply a dull ache, you know it's there, but you manage. Other days it's as strong as any tangible shackle or whip. Binding you, tearing at you. Rendering you a sobbing heap.

I know this "pain" well and have walked with it for several years now. Always looking, always searching for "my cure". He is out there somewhere, I'm sure of it.

Things I am not looking for...
Masters that play head/mind games.
Masters that change their nicks more then their skivvies.
Masters that are only on like once a week.
Masters that want me to meet them, demand that I meet them before I am comfortable with them.
A Master that takes me for granted, in other words, you have to keep tabs on me, checking in with me, shows you care! 
Masters that have no profile, due to laziness, or god knows what.
::going off on a rant::

"You Oughta Know"

I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
By Alanis Morrisette

There's one Dom that does pique my interests. He's not on very often though. One thing I know I don't like is when they just up and sign off, leave, without warning. I find it slightly rude and callous.
Even as I wait for my Master to return,I've had others try to claim me. For now I just sit, watch and wait. I'm not sure if he'll come back or not. But because of his actions, another brick has been placed in the wall.

::Sighs:: Another night spent alone. No word from one that deemed himself Master. It's been 8 days now. There's not much to do lately. Sometimes I'll hang out in a chat, or write in my journal.
All the while keeping an eye out for prospective Masters. Meanwhile I'm busy doging the "freaks".
Sorry but there are some things, not even I would do.

One of my passions is music. Sometimes a song just touches me.

"Fallen"

Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bend to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turn their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
One slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...
By SARAH McLACHLAN

It's been days since this girl has seen, or heard from the one she chose. ::Sighs:: Since then, there have been many that have expressed an interest in this girl.
How does a girl choose one without hurting the others? A girl prefers to keep in touch with those she has met, as they are very kind people.
By Gorean law this girl will be free to choose another, as she will be seen as abandoned. Six days remain before that happens.
This girl is thinking about remaining alone for a while. She needs to sort things out. A girl thought that any Master that had her as his girl would have wanted to keep an eye on her.
A girl will have to step back and mull over her throughts while she waits to see if he returns. Until then she will continue to wander, and learn.

I'd have to say I can't believe how much mail I get. It's difficult to keep up with it all.
The past two days I have been violently ill and so I have not answered much of any mail.

[Silks ]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Take the silk into your hand
Twist it up to  your demand
Wrap it  tight  about a form
Make it  move  until its torn

It can swirl  around a wrist
Tighten ankles  into a twist
Bind a girl until she squirms
Hold   her   there   as   she
c o n f o r m s

Soon in time she will be your
r i g h t
Until then,  Enjoy her fight

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[and Shackles]

A girl has been alone for the past five days. ::sighs::
Nothing like feeling like she has been abandoned. Though a girl will wait a resonable length of time before she seeks once more.

A Journey...

Upon this journey,
each path unwinds.
Harta girl!
Don't lag behind.

Bared feet trod in
silent grace.
Silks adance as
she keeps pace.

Three strides back,
and off to the left.
Should Master glance over his shoulder,
his sight she'll intersect.

She's a Master's silent shadow.
Following where he leads.
Once their destination has been reached,
she'll be tending to his needs.

A girl offers sweet, and warm smiles to those that have complimented her on the pictures posted.
She also thanks those kindred spirits, both Masters, Mistresses, sisters, and brothers that are kind, as well as sharing of their knowledge.
 

A girl greets all of those that have come to read her profile, and view the pictures posted.
A girl does realize that some may not understand why a gil talks, or acts the way she does.
A girl is proud to have been trained in the Gorean style, and manner, this is why a girl is like she is.
Questions, if any are welcome, and a girl will answer them as long as you are pleasent in you inquiry.
Though a girl may be but a slave, she will not respond to crude, harsh e mails.
Critisim, is one thing, but blatant crulety, or vugularity will not be tolerated.
 No matter how long a girl has been around, she is always learning.
A girl wishes all well, and safe journies!