Pamela's thoughts were once again muddled.

How could such a lovely nurse, and devoted family woman, calmly tie and ring girls? Unless, once again, such things were indeed beneficial for girls.

Pamela was beginning to believe that perhaps it just might be so.

"Before I came," said Sabrina, "they used to have straps on this table, but I thought that that was rather unfeminine and medical looking. Ropes are much nicer looking on a girl, and much sexier."

There it was again. Lovely married nurse, nice children, yet totally into girls as a natural and accepted thing. Pamela was beginning to learn more and more about this delightful attraction be- tween females, all the time! The halls of Avondale had smiled with pleasure upon it for over a cen- tury. It was the utter normalcy of it that aroused

Pamela.

"You'll take five rings," said Sabrina in a matter- of-fact voice. "One in each nipple, one in the nose, and one in each pussy lip. Don't want anesthetic, do you, darling? Haven't had a fluff ask for it since a year ago."

"Geez!" said Pamela.

"Sorry, hon, what did you say?"

"I said, geez. I knew to expect the nipple-rings, but the others! Geez!"

Sabrina laughed. "Didn't Jan tell you then?

She's a tease, she is. Well, up until ten years ago nipple-rings were all that were put into a girl, but Ravan decided, correctly I might add, that modern girls should be able to accept them easily. After all,

Pamela, Roman and Greek girls took five rings or more, you know. Are you not as good as they?"

"I guess so," said Pamela. "Have you had… all those rings?"

"Sure. I loved 'em too. You'll feel different when you see them in you and get used to them. You'll never be a woman until you're ringed, you know.

Well, we'll start with those precious nipples of yours, okay?"