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up my bag. My brush was still in one of
the side pockets. I took it back into the bathroom and started
brushing my hair. He stood in the door watching me. He was looking at
me like the idea of brushing hair was new and amazing. I remembered
him doing that with his fingers before while he tried to find
something for me to drink. It felt like a warm and cherish memory but
it had happened today. I wished I had a moment to myself to sort out
my feeling.
    He
came to stand behind me and took my brush. I hung my head. He was
going to break it like he did with my pencil.
    I felt
the brush in my hair. He was brushing it for me. I looked in the
mirror and saw him. He looked very happy. He was holding my hair and
brushing through it. My hair had been the longest of all the women
today. Shorter hair was in nowadays. Especially in the heat. I was an
oddball that way. Out of all the women today I was the one that
looked the most womanly.
    He was
brushing my hair the wrong way. It hurt would be all snarly later.
    “No,”
I said as I reached up and guided his hand. “From top to bottom.”
    I
looked at us in the mirror. It was a very intimate picture that we
presented. One would think of a husband and wife. He smiled and
worked on my hair much longer than I would have. I stopped once it
was go through and he didn't. My hair was feeling especially silky.
It had ever since the radiant red beam went through it.
    He was
just thrilled to be with me. Again I was back to my pet idea. He was
grooming me. I should probably be happy that he didn't give me a flee
and tick collar. He gave me the brush back. I wasn't sure where to
put it. He didn't have anything laying out, no knick-knacks. I laid
it down on the countertop and looked at him for permission.
    He
smiled and nodded. I smiled back. I was so stupid. I should be
fighting him tooth and nail and not laying back like a dog so you can
scratch their tummy. Oh, I had actually tried both of those things.
    He
took me by the hand again and pulled me out of the bathroom. I
stopped to watch the bathroom door close. It looked like a flower
closing its petals for the evening because the sun was gone.
    He
smiled at me doing that but it was just so different and pretty. He
pulled me out of the door. I was still a little sore down there and
walking wasn't that easy or comfortable for me. I tried to slow him
down but he was walking like a man on a mission. I wished my hand
would get sweaty so I could pull it out. “You're hurting me,” I
said as I pulled away from him.
    He
stopped and looked at me. I placed my hand over my womb and hoped
that he would understand. “Ouch.”
    His
hand went there too and pushed mine away. He rubbed a little. It
didn't bother him in the least that people were passing by us,
looking. I turned red. He picked me up again. He seemed to like
carrying me around like that. I was glad that he was so strong. This
way I didn't have to worry about my weight being too much for him
even though I wasn't thin. I had the typical hour glass figure. He
carried me into the room where we had been earlier so I could drink
water.
    I
recognized a few of the others. They were the women from before with
the men who had chosen them. My rescuer moved past everyone with me
still in his arms. It was a little embarrassing, knowing that my
flaming red bottom was sticking out from under his arms. He sat down
in the same spot as before, in the middle of the U. When you walked
into the door you were opposite of him. After he sat down and
adjusted me on his lap the way he wanted me. The others all sat down.
Okay, there was obviously some form of hierarchy at work here. All
the men had their women on their laps. I noticed a few had red
behinds like mine when I came in. A few men didn't have a woman on
their lap. Somehow I felt sorry for them.
    I gave
myself another mental shake. There was a name for what I was feeling.
I was a classic case even. I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome.
By definition it was when