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him, but even though it was true, it would feel like a
betrayal to Jack, so I ended the conversation on a simple goodbye
before hanging up and letting my tears carry me away to
dreamland.
    At eight in the morning, my phone alarm woke
me with a start. My flight was set to leave at ten forty-five in
the morning, and Jack didn't arrive any earlier than needed to load
my baggage in the trunk of the limo and be on our way.
    The drive was nice and quiet, partly because
I was still half asleep and partly because there didn't seem to be
anything left to say. It was far too late for me to back out.
Whatever lay before me in the coming week, I would have to face
with as much strength as I had used to endure everything up to this
point.
    “I can't go with you into the airport,” Jack
told me as we pulled up to the drop-off area. It was best that the
paparazzi didn't know that Jack Kemble was sending his bride to be
off to some kinky fetish school. The tabloids would have a field
day with that information. “I promise that things will be different
when you get back. Better. You'll see,” he tried to reassure
me.
    Before I left the limo, I was given one of
Jack's trademark kisses on the side of the mouth, and I could feel
a strange sense of intimacy radiating from him, as if in that
moment, he considered trying for more. The thought made my heart
beat faster, even though I wasn't sure if I wanted him to kiss me
full on the lips or not. Part of me felt like he hadn't earned it
yet.
    The flight to Sacramento was long and
exhausting. Thankfully, I was able to sleep through most of it. By
the time I arrived at the Sacramento airport, gathered my bags, and
was in the limo headed toward Napa Valley, it was already eight
o'clock at night. The only thing I had been looking forward to
about the entire trip was seeing the Napa Valley wine country, and
it was the one thing I was denied. I scowled into the darkness. Oh
well, there was always the drive back.
    After what felt like forever, the limo
finally turned off of the main road and began snaking up a private
driveway. Light shown through the tinted windows as we pulled up to
a building that appeared to be a small resort. There were no signs
on the outside to indicate the type of business, and for a moment,
I wondered if I had been driven to the wrong place by mistake.
Secretly, I wouldn't have minded. This place certainly looked a lot
more inviting than the dingy building I had pictured inside my
head.
    “Here we are, ma'am,” the driver said as he
opened the door for me.
    “Where's here?” I asked curiously, looking
towards the doors to the resort.
    “The Napa Valley Body Awareness Resort.”
    Just then, an elderly gentleman in a suit and
tie came out to greet me. “You must be Miss Ngyuen,”
    “Yes.” I shook his withered hand
gingerly.
    It was just as I feared. This man was old
enough to be my grandfather. The thought of him teaching me
anything about my body was absolutely repulsive. I knew I shouldn't
have come.
    “I'm Master Neil. I'll be your instructor for
tomorrow, but for now, allow me to show you to your room. You've
had a long trip, and I'm sure you're tired. Have you eaten
yet?”
    “No, sir.”
    I allowed Master Neil to take my suit case,
and I followed him into the building and to the front desk where I
was required to fill out paperwork.
    The sound of the limousine driving away left
a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Now I was stuck here, for
better or worse, for an entire week, with no way to escape.
    When I was done with the paperwork, Master
Neil showed me to my room, a surprisingly lavish suite on the
second floor of the resort. I sighed in relief at the normalcy of
it.
    “Class will begin promptly at ten o'clock in
the morning. I will expect you to be downstairs and ready to
participate. You said you have not yet eaten. Please, let me know
what I can have our chefs prepare for you.”
    “I'll just take a turkey sandwich on wheat,”
I replied, still