Van © 2020
The rest of
Effie's Day of Recuperation passed in something of a
haze. Jana and Olivia seemed to understand, because once
Effie's initial questions were answered, breakfast was over, and
the empty container and half-empty coffee thermos stowed back in
the hamper, they refrained from talking, letting Effie get down
to the serious work of digesting her burritos and coffee and
catching up on her beauty sleep... and she did.
Maybe they did whisper a little (quietly) once Effie was
obviously asleep, but how would she know?
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They roused Effie for
lunch, which consisted of finger sandwiches, apples, and cheese
(probably smoked Gouda, but Effie wasn't sure). They
washed it all down with the rest of the coffee, which was still
hot, more-or-less. As during breakfast, Jana and Lolita
took turns feeding Effie, who otherwise would have had a
decidedly difficult time feeding herself, what with her wrists
still crossed and cage-cuffed behind her back. Afterwards,
they helped her use the stainless steel commode (and bidet) in
the corner. And then... they all returned to the mattress
and Jana and Lolita commenced talking her into allowing them to
give her a full-body massage!
"It'll help" Jana intoned gravely. Effie reflected that
even a serious and unsmiling Jana was unconscionably cute
and adorable (especially while nude). She supposed Jana's
generalized ginger cuteness was something she'd just have to
learn to live with.
"She's right, "Lolita weighted in with equal gravity.
"It'll be just the thing. We know." Naked
Lolita was also unconscionably cute.
Effie had no real choice but to acquiesce. "Well... okay,"
she sighed. At least they're asking permission,
she mused, unlike certain amazon handlers I might mention.
Her herd-sisters' smiled broadly, flexed their fingers, and set
to work. Oh-by-the-way, there just happened to be a small
towel and a plastic bottle of massage oil in the hamper.
Apparently, Tasha had planned ahead for just this
contingency. Anyway, soon, two pairs of oily, glistening
hands were gliding over Effie's naked body... all of
Effie's naked body. Her cage-cuffed wrists were a slight
impediment, but Jana and Lolita persevered.
Effie quickly formed the opinion that a pair of collared but
otherwise naked and adorable cuties kneading her still somewhat
sore muscles was, in fact, "just the thing." She resolved
to tell them so...
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...as soon as they woke
her up for supper... which they did.
"You were right," Effie purred, batting the sleep from her eyes,
yawning, and sitting up with the help of her naked, collared,
and smiling herd-sisters/masseuses. "That was 'just
the thing.' Thank you, Lolita." She leaned to the
left and planted a kiss on Lolita's cheek... then leaned to the
right and did the same for Jana. "Thank you, Jana."
Jana blinked uncertainly.
"She means the massage," Lolita grinned.
Jana's dimpled (adorable) smile returned. "Oh.
"What she said," Lolita agreed.
Effie's herd-sisters beamed and giggled (and they may have
blushed, but she wasn't sure), then opened the basket, rummaged
around, and produced the remaining food. Supper turned out
to be more finger sandwiches, more fruit, and more
cheese, but there was more of it and in greater variety.
There was also a bottle of red wine (with a screw cap).
They ate more or less in silence, but Effie could tell there was
something going on. Jana and Lolita kept exchanging
"significant glances," now and then, when they thought Effie
"What?" Effie said finally.
"What what?" Lolita inquired (failing to achieve the
nonchalance she obviously intended).
"She deserves to know," Jana sighed, "regardless."
"Know what?" Effie demanded.
"You tell her," Lolita said quietly.
"Coward," Jana accused. (Even her pout was adorable.)
Lolita blushed. "Just tell her, okay?"
Effie focused on Jana.
"Uh..." Jana sighed, again. "Every now and then, but
not every night—"
"Certainly not every night," Lolita interrupted.
"Oh, now you want to talk," Jana huffed.
Lolita blushed and shrugged. "Sorry."
Effie thought her herd-sisters' flustered-and-nervous comedy
routine was very entertaining (and adorable), but it wasn't very
informative. She directed a questioning look at Jana.
"Sorry," Jana said, also blushing and shrugging, like
Lolita. "Anyway, Tasha has a habit of holding what she
calls 'sleep overs.'"
Effie frowned. "What do you mean by..." The truth
Jana nodded. "Now and then, maybe twice a week,
one of us, uh, gets 'invited' to share her bed for the night."
"And if you politely decline?" Effie inquired.
Jana sighed yet again. "That's difficult to do when you're
naked, harnessed, tied up, or cuffed, and with your collar set
"Very difficult," Lolita nodded.
"You said 'one of us?'" Effie inquired.
"Apparently at random," Jana explained. "But the point
is... everybody gets a turn... eventually."
"Eventually," Lolita agreed.
"Oh," Effie said in a near whisper.
"That's the bad news," Jana continued. "The good news—"
"More like the less bad news," Lolita
interrupted. Then blushed and did a lip-zipping gesture.
"The good news is... she isn't Kyler," Jana
continued. "She's not a sadist and she isn't mean.
She's Tasha. But she's also a 'no nonsense' sort of
tyrant, and what she says goes, always."
"Even in bed," Lolita sighed.
Effie frowned while she evaluated this latest
intelligence. "Oh." She looked from Jana to Lolita
and back. "You said 'regardless.'"
Jana cocked her head (in an adorable manner). "Regardless
Effie refrained from rolling her eyes. "Yes, that's the
"Regardless of your sexual preference," Lolita answered.
"Oh, yeah," Jana nodded. "That's what I meant."
"I see," Effie responded.
"It really doesn't matter either way," Jana stated, "meaning
we're all in this together and have agreed that we don't care
who's what. Your sex life is your business."
"Or would be if Tasha didn't make it her business,"
"We also agree that Tasha is what you might call a rather
insistent and dominant lesbian," Lolita stated, "but she isn't
"There isn't a cruel bone in her dominating body," Lolita
"We just thought you should know," Jana said with a sincere
"So you don't freak out when it's your turn," Lolita added.
"Uh... thanks," Effie muttered, "I guess."
After packing everything back into the picnic basket, the
herd-sisters decided to retire for the evening. That meant
more-or-less nonstop languishing. Apparently, nobody was
in the mood for more conversation and Effie had a lot to think
about... like the looming prospect of Tasha dragging her to her
bed and 'having her way' with her.
The sun set and the stall/cell was now more-or-less dark.
A little light was finding its way through the glass and bars of
the long, narrow, escape-proof window up near the ceiling... but
Effie had been dozing, napping, and snoozing all day, so, sleep
was the last thing on her mind... on her conscious
mind, anyway. Her subconscious mind had its own ideas.
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Effie and her
herd-sisters woke to the sound of the stall door being unlocked
and then opening. Tasha stood in the threshold, smiling
(as usual), with her hands on her hips and dressed in black
riding-boots, dove-gray riding-pants, and a gray-green
tank-top. "Rise and shine, pretty ponies!" she
gushed. "And be advised, your collars are now on
hush-mode, so there will be no talking."
Effie watched as Jana and Lolita climbed to their feet,
stretched, and yawned (silently). She decided to follow
suit, except for the stretching part. Her wrists were
still crossed and cage-cuffed behind her back. Truth be
told, Effie would very much like to be able to stretch.
Her shoulders were sore again. Finishing her yawn, she glared
at Tasha. As far as she was concerned, their handler
was not racking up any brownie points, not with Effie,
Tasha pointed at the commode. "Fifteen minutes,
ponies. Then... yummy breakfast!" And with that, she
pulled the door closed, the lock clicked, and she was
Discussion of the situation was impossible, but the
herd-sisters' mission was clear. Suffice it to say Effie,
Jana, and Lolita relieved themselves, and afterwards let the
bidet get them spanking clean (to coin a phrase). Jana and
Lolita helped Effie do her business... not that she
needed much help, but then, she was the one that was
cage-cuffed and helpless. Anyway, they finished with five
minutes to spare. It was enough time to let their nether
regions drip dry (more-or-less)... and to let their breakfast
Finally, the door opened and Tasha reappeared. She
pointed at Jana, and then at Lolita. "Lug that basket to
the Stable Kitchen and clean up. You know the drill."
Jana and Lolita lifted the wicker picnic basket and left.
Obviously, Effie reflected, they knew the routine. So,
Effie reflected, Tasha doesn't do all the work
required to care for the herd. Jana and Lolita were
still naked ponygirl-captives) but enjoyed at least some degree
of trustee status. Of course, between their collars, the
stable's supposedly highly effective security system, the
abundance of door locks, and the inescapable pony-restraints, as
well as Tasha's diligence and dedication, all the "trustees"
received for their cooperation was not being punished for not
Meanwhile, Tasha had approached Effie, put her hands on her
shoulders and spun her around, and unlocked the cage-cuff—but
before Effie could decide whether or not this was some sort of
opportunity for her to rebel and/or escape—Tasha spun her back
around, crossed her wrists in front, recaptured them in the
cage-cuff, and re-locked the padlock.
Effie resumed staring sullen daggers at her handler, all of
which bounced off Tasha's smile. She also tugged on the
cage-cuff. Yep, front or back, the damn thing's solid,
she silently fumed.
Tasha gathered Effie's hair into a ponytail and snapped a
cloth-covered elastic around the base. She then grabbed
hold of the ponytail and led her from the stall... which was still
humiliating as hell, in Effie's humiliated opinion.
Their destination was a stable room about the size of the stall
they'd just left, and it was occupied by a round table, six
chairs, Jo, and Olivia. They were naked (of course),
seated at the table with their hands in their laps and ponygirl
collars were locked around their necks (of course). The
two Brits gazed at Effie with what she supposed was friendly
curiosity. Effie thought this was perfectly
reasonable. She was also friendly and curious.
Unfortunately, if the Brits' collars were also in
hush-mode, like her own, getting better acquainted would have to
Oh-by-the-way, delicious odors and the noise of clattering pots
and pans were wafting and sounding (respectively) through the
open top half of a dutch door leading to an adjoining
space. Effie surmised the space in question was the
"Stable Kitchen" to which Tasha had dispatched Jana and Lolita.
Tasha politely assisted Effie in seating herself—Hey!—meaning
she pulled out the chair next to Olivia and forcibly planted
Effie's naked keister on the hardwood seat. This didn't
improve Effie's mood, but on the other hand, it didn't impact
her anticipation of the impending meal. She noted the five
places were set with plastic sporks (spoons with abbreviated
tines at their tips), hard plastic plates, and thermal plastic
coffee mugs. In addition, the two unoccupied the place
settings included a pair of police handcuffs, and they were the
"regular" kind separated by an inch or two of nested steel
links, as opposed to being hinged or directly joined.
The dutch door fully opened and Lolita, her hands protected by a
pair of green oven-mitts, carried a large cast-iron skillet to
the table and set it down in the very center. Jana
followed, carrying a large insulated carafe and a large plastic
serving spoon. The skillet was filled with a generous,
steaming heap of some sort of "scramble" of eggs, diced roasted
potatoes, and chopped bacon, ham, and sausage, all topped with
melted and lightly browned cheese.
Jana and Lolita worked together to spoon equal servings of the
scramble onto the five plates, then filled the five mugs with
steaming black coffee. The ginger and
brunette-with-the-pageboy naked cuties then settled into the two
unoccupied chairs, lifted the handcuffs beside their place
settings, and clicked them closed around their wrists.
Tasha watched the final meal preparations from the door to the
hallway—including the voluntary self-cuffing of Jana and
Lolita. "Breakfast is served, ponies," she purred.
The herd lifted their sporks and commenced eating. Or
rather, Jo, Jana, Lolita, and Olivia commenced eating.
Effie tried to commence eating, but was experiencing
difficulty. Her rigidly crossed and cage-cuffs hands made
the process of sporking her portion of the scramble into her
highly receptive mouth was awkward at best.
Her herd-sisters noted Effie's difficulty, dropped their sporks
in unison, turned to Tasha, and glared at their handler
in perfect unison. Effie added her displeasure to the
"What?" Tasha objected with a chuckle. "I only have four
sets of 'dining-cuffs.' A fifth set should arrive in the
mail today or tomorrow, but what am I supposed to do?"
The herd's glowering hostility continued.
"I suppose I could fetch a pair of thumbcuffs."
The herd's disapproval was unabated.
Tasha heaved a theatrical sigh and focused her smile exclusively
on Effie. "If I uncuff your hands, will you
promise not to cause me any trouble?"
Effie continued glaring.
"Everybody will be punished if you cause mischief," Tasha
added, "seeing as it's a herd-wide rebellion."
Effie heaved an angry sigh, then nodded. She did not stop
"There's a good pony," Tasha grinned, stepped forward and
unlocked and removed Effie's cage-cuff, then returned to the
doorway. "You're welcome," she purred.
It was clear that none of the herd found their handler's remarks
to be especially amusing.
The meal continued. Effie had to admit the scramble was
delicious, as was the coffee. As she was the only
herd-sister with free hands, she took upon herself the important
tasks of keeping all the herd's coffee mugs full and distributing
the remaining scramble as plates emptied. It was easier
that way. And by their smiles, Effie could tell her
herd-sisters appreciated the gesture. It was something of
a minor bonding experience. Go figure.
Finally, the meal was over and Tasha unlocked Olivia's cuffs and
assigned her cleanup duty. After a quick glance at her
fellow Brit, Olivia picked up the skillet and carried it through
the dutch-door and into the stable kitchen. Effie surmised
the kitchen included a scullery, probably with a deep sink.
Next, Tasha unlocked Jana, Jo, and Lolita's cuffs. As she
did so, the ponygirls placed their hands atop their heads
without being told to do so. Tasha gave Effie a
significant look... and the Canadian captive rolled her eyes,
lifted her hands and interlaced her fingers, then placed them
atop her head, like the others.
"Smile, Effie," Tasha chuckled. "Your face is gonna freeze
like that... not that you don't have an endearing little
This elicited four sets of eye rolls, but Effie managed to make
her allegedly enduring scowl less hostile and more of a
"Jana, Jo, and Lolita. Tack Room #1. Harness
yourselves as best you can. After I finish taking care of
our newest pony, I'll be along to finish you up. And as
always, make everything tight and proper or Tasha will punish."
Jana, Jo, and Lolita gave Effie a sympathetic look (which did
nothing to reassure the "newest pony," then padded
through the door and disappeared down the stable hallway—naked,
collared, and with their hands submissively planted atop their
Effie watched her herd-sisters depart, then shifted her grim
(and slightly worried) gaze back to Tasha.
"Don't be afraid, Effie," Tasha purred. "I take good care
of all my ponies, and you've done nothing to warrant
punishment... at the moment." She made a sweeping gesture
towards the door to the hallway and Effie took her cue.
Like her fellow herd members, she departed the dining room
naked, collared, and with her hands submissively atop her head.
Effie knew they all had no choice but to follow Tasha's
orders. The security system, with it's electronically
monitored doors and windows, as well as the omnipresent threat
of their pony-collars saw to that.
Damn these fucking collars, she fumed silently.
destination turned out to be the room in which she'd originally
opened her eyes to find herself at The Ranch—to find herself
naked, bound in medical restraints, and about to enjoy the
experience of having her tongue and nipples involuntarily
pierced. And now, she found herself flat on her back on
the very same adjustable medical-style table and bound with the
very same straps and padded cuffs. At the moment, the
articulated parts of the table were in "flat" or "table"
configuration, as opposed to
configuration. The straps and padded cuffs were buckled
tight around her wrists and ankles and the straps stretched
across the table and her naked body and also buckled
Effie wasn't going anywhere, and thanks to the threat of her
ponygirl collar, she couldn't even complain about it. For
the same reason she couldn't demand to know Tasha's plans for
her immediate future. And soon, there was an additional
reason she couldn't complain or demand. As soon as
Tasha buckled the last strap and Effie was totally helpless, the
smiling amazon-handler turned and left the chamber, closing the
door behind her!
Several long, helpless minutes passed.
Being a ponygirl is kinda like being in the army, Effie
mused as she tugged on her cuffs and generally tested her
restraints. There's a lot of that 'hurry up and wait'
nonsense they talk about. Otherwise, now that I think
about it, the analogy breaks down pretty quickly... at least
in any army I know anything about.
Having no other option, Effie waited for Tasha to return.
And eventually, she did.
"Sorry about that, Effie," Tasha grinned as she breezed back
into the chamber, "I had to get the rest of the herd harnessed
up and exercising. But now I have time for you.
How 'bout a nice massage?"
Effie tugged on her bonds, again, and stared at Tasha. The
grinning handler didn't seem to be expecting an answer to her
question, which was just as well. The answer Effie had in
mind probably would have earned her serious punishment.
Anyway, Effie received the promised (threatened) massage... but
it took a while.
Tasha gave her entire front side a deep muscle massage,
releasing and re-securing the individual restraints as required
to massage specific parts of Effie's body. Next, she
released all of the restraints, ordered Effie to roll
over onto her stomach, re-secured the restraints, then repeated
Truth be told, Effie appreciated the massage, or more precisely,
her sore muscles appreciated the massage. Her
mind, however, resented being used as Tasha's Bondage
Barbie-doll, and obviously, that was what was happening.
Tasha enjoyed her work, while Effie very much resented
being her work. But it was just another thing the
pony-collar wouldn't let her complain about.
Finally, apparently, Tasha was satisfied with thoroughly
kneading and lightly oiling Effie's naked body and once again
released all the restraints. "Up," she ordered.
Effie climbed off the table and sullenly stared at her smiling
"You're using up the last of your new-pony-points, Effie," Tasha
chuckled. "Hands atop your pretty head unless otherwise
Effie slowly lifted her hands, interlaced her fingers, and
placed them atop her head.
"Try and remember, Effie, or I'll have to start using your
collar to remind you." Tasha gestured towards the
door. "Tack Room #1."
Effie sighed and padded to the closed door... waited for Tasha
to open it... then padded down the hallway to what she now knew
was the harnessing room, or rather, one of two harnessing
room, as there was also a door labeled "Tack Room #2."
There was the required pause while Tasha unlocked and opened the
door, then Effie padded into TR#1. As before, the aroma of
expensively tanned leather hung in the air. If wasn't
exactly an unpleasant smell, but given the setting, she found it
a little unsettling.
And then... Effie let Tasha fit her with an
upper-body-harness. She didn't know if it was the same
harness she'd worn before. There were no "Jo," "Jana,"
"Lolita," or "Olivia" signs mounted above groupings of
gear. In fact, the gear in question seemed to be grouped
by type. Bridles/head-harnesses hanging in one cluster,
corset-bra-armbinders in another, etc.
We're all the same height and build, Effie realized,
meaning her herd-sisters, so I guess it's one-size-fits-all.
How convenient for Tasha.
Anyway, Tasha had taken down a corset-bra-armbinder and was
readying it for use, and Effie was seriously considering
open rebellion, collar be damned! But she knew it would be
a pointless and painful gesture. I'm chicken,
she silently chided herself. No, chicken isn't exactly
fair. Who's into pain? Well, masochists, of
course, but I'm no masochist. I'm not even
submissive. I just play one while 'vacationing' at The
With well-practiced competence and deft fingers Tasha buckled
every strap and secured Effie in the half-harness... or
upper-harness... or... whatever. Now, as before, Effie's
arms were folded and encased behind her back, her waist squeezed
by the corset, and her bare boobs thrust upwards and supported
by the corset-bra's boob-shelf. She was "free" from the
waist down, if you didn't count having nowhere to go that
wouldn't earn her a jolt from either the security system or
Tasha grabbed Effie's ponytail—which she still found
humiliating—and led her from Tack Room #1, down the hallway, and
into another stable chamber/cell. This one was
small, compared to the others she'd already visited, and was
dominated by a low platform situated in the center. Effie
thought it was probably an exercise treadmill or running
machine, only it was big enough for two runners at once,
allowing them to walk, jog, or run side-by-side. She'd
never seen anything like it. Also, several long steel
chains dangled from rings and pulleys set in the wooden beams
overhead and rings set in the walls at about shoulder height
(meaning 5' 1" Effie's shoulder height.) The far
wall was covered by opaque hanging drapes of what appeared to be
pleated green canvas.
"Welcome to the 'Rainy Day Room,'" Tasha said, using air-quotes
for emphasis. "We use it for pony exercise during
seriously inclement weather, as well as the depth of
winter. And by 'we' (more air-quotes), I mean the
herd." She smiled at Effie. "Get it? The
Effie understood, but her only response was to continue staring
daggers at her smiling handler, not even giving Tasha the
courtesy of a nod.
"As you can see," Tasha explained as she led Effie to the
platform and positioned her at the center, "the track is big
enough to exercise two ponies at once, but this morning it'll be
only you. Stay," she added, pointing at Effie's bare
feet. Then, she stepped to the wall, retrieved dangling
chains, one at a time, and attached a total of eight to the
D-rings of Effie's harness. Eventually, Effie found
herself more-or-less pinned in place, standing on the track with
one "X" of four chains linking her to the left and right walls,
and a second "X" of four chains linking her to the four corners,
up near the ceiling, She could do nothing but stand... or
walk/run, once the treadmill started. The four horizontal
chains afforded limited slack, but the four upper chains were
more-or-less taut. She noted the upper ends of the upper
chains incorporated long springs of coiled steel, like the kind
used to prevent garage doors from catastrophically dropping.
Effie looked down. The tread under her bare feet was hard
black rubber, slightly rough (for traction, obviously),
with very narrow seams between the individual slats. She
noticed two faint, separate wear patterns, one on her left and
the other on her right, and she was half-straddling both.
Two sets of ponygirl tracks, Effie
realized. It made sense. She'd watched a pair of her
herd-sisters, Olivia and Lolita, harnessed side-by-side and
hauling Kyler's fat ass around on a pony-cart, so training on
the treadmill in pairs made sense. I guess that makes
me the odd ponygirl out, she fumed.
Tasha stepped to a control panel mounted on the wall next to the
open door. It incorporated what was obviously a small
Effie looked back at Tasha over her right shoulder and continued
"I'm going to start you out slowly, Effie," Tasha announced, "to
toughen up your bare feet." She turned a switch on the
base of the panel. The screen began to glow and displayed
what was probably a menu, but the distance was too great for
Effie to read anything. "Later this week, I'll introduce
you to a pair of pony-boots and let you get used to them.
Then, we'll move on to improving your stamina and wind.
That will take at least a month. Every pony's
different. Next, you'll learn to pull in tandem in full
harness. I like to mix things up and let all my ponies
learn to work with different partners. That gives me
maximum flexibility when Mistress visits." Tasha tapped
the virtual buttons on the screen several times... eliciting a
series of audible beeps... then turned back to smile at
Effie. "I don't want you to get bored during your first
few hours of real training, so..." She reached back and
flipped a switch mounted on the wall next to the control panel.
A motor whined and Effie turned back to her front, just in time
to watch the green drapes part and slowly retract to either
side... revealing a wall of glass protected by vertical iron
bars... and beyond the glass...
Effie's eyes popped wide.
She had a perfect view of the circular exercise track, with its
central post and the horizontal, dual-ended, motor-driven arm
mounted on top, the same track she'd watched Jo clomp around on
her first day as a pony. However, this time, all four
of her herd-sisters were using the track. Clomping
around the curcular dirt path, at one end of the rotating arm,
were Jana and
Jo, side-by-side and in full harness. And at the other end
of the arm were Lolita and Olivia, also side-by-side
and in full harness, and by "full harness" she meant:
As before, the reins were attached to the end of the swing-arms,
but this time, in addition, a horizontal metal bar linked each
pair by means of four evenly spaced rings clipped to their
nipple-rings! And like the reins, the metal bars were
linked to the ends of the swing-arms by long lengths of light
chain! In other words, both pairs of ponies were trudging
around the track to prevent the reins from tugging on their bits
and the metal bars from tugging on their nipples!
- Ponygirl boots;
- Thong-panty lower-harnesses;
- Corset, bra, and armbinder upper-harnesses;
- Head-harnesses with rubber bits, blinders, and reins.
"Pony-pairs have to learn to pull their cart in perfect
unison," Tasha lectured, "and to react instantly
to every command and tug on the reins. But don't worry,
Effie. You're weeks away from
training-at-the-bar, as we call it." She touched a virtual
button on the control panel and Effie heard a motor hum to life
under her bare feet. "So... enjoy this glimpse of the
future as you enjoy your morning exercise." She tapped the
screen a final time, then made her exit. "Later!" she
called as she closed the door.
The track was now slowly rolling under Effie's feet. She
took a tentative first step... followed by a second... and then
a third. The treadmill slowly increased in speed until
Effie was padding on the semi-hard rubber treads at a
comfortable walking pace... endlessly padding towards the bars,
the window-wall, and her herd-sisters as they endlessly clomped
around the circular track.
I'm going to get the hell out of this place, Effie
resolved, once again, and I'm taking all of them with me.