*Here’s the next instalment of my latest story set on the lost continent of Lemuria*
**Day Three**
They tell me there are four houses of instruction in Follywell, but as far as I know, the Abbey is the only one that specialises in training lads and lasses to be household lap dollies. I know I chose this vocation, but I’m only now beginning to see what it actually means – amongst other things, it means surrendering everything I own and everything I’ve ever been. All the clothes and possessions I had with me when I first came to this town have now been given away – I have nothing now – I don’t even own myself any more. By entering the Abbey I’ve forgone all civic rights enjoyed by regular citizens, and instead, I’ve become communally owned property – and after three days of training that’s how I feel. I know that’s not a long time, but I’m certainly not the same lass I was when I arrived.