Liza Jane. Here's what you posted:

"I'm stunned at how many folk post there. John took $10,000 from us and used it to fund a retreat for Second Lifers, who were acting as moderators."

See how I thought you gave him $10,000? How silly of me. I now know you mean total money gotten from all the people, right?

Now you asked me if I had fun in Second Life. I can't say. My mother taught me never to kiss and tell. AND I ALWAYS LISTEN TO MY MOTHER!!!!

You gotta go there. It will knock your socks off. I will never understand why anyone would pay for a membership when you can join for free and do whatever you wish but people are literally paying rent for housing, building islands, gambling in virtual casinos.

Oh, I forgot to tell the story of how I ended up in an S&M dungeon. It was my first time on Second Life and I had absolutely no idea what the heck I was doing. I was practicing teleporting here and there and practicing flying around. So I did a search and somehow was teleported to a very dark world.
There was a host standing there with a collar on and he goes "how may I serve you maam". I think I asked him "how do I earn free linden dollars" and he goes: "I can't help you maam, I am a slave". I said "you're a what??" an then I looked at his avatar. Sure enough, he was slave wearing a collar (this world was for people into bondage and submissives and all that.

Well, here I was asking this strange thing a question about linden dollars and he is going "I'm a slave". So I just said "So if you're a slave, you have to answer all my questions, right?" He said "of course maam"

So I said "stop calling me maam and start explaining linden dollars to me".
So for 15 minutes, I learned all about the currency of Second Life.

FROM A SLAVE NO LESS. jeez.

Thank god I learned to fly by myself.

Melody