In your written agreement you have confirmed that beating, striking, physical and verbal abuse will not be included in the experiment: not because you...stipulated it, but because the objective is survival of the effects of restraint, immobilization and isolation. Correct?*** You also agreed that it shall be our objective to test your limits by bringing you to a point when you would, if permitted, terminate the experiment. Yes?*** You have agreed that if such point is reached you wish NOT to. ’ The receptionist stuck her tongue out and started carefully typing Marsha’s name into the computer. ‘That’s, like, a rilly tough name,’ the receptionist observed. ‘My name’s, like, so totes easy. It’s just ‘Noor’.’ Marsha thought, uncharitably but possibly truthfully, that Noor might not be able to remember a tougher name. At last, Noor finished typing it in and triumphantly pressed ‘ENTER’. She squinted at the screen and said, ‘Oh, okay! There you are, Maci! Dr. Joseph wants you in room 7!. CRACK!How was I gonna explain why I was at this dude's place, and why he was on his way to meet Jesus. Or, why he's paralyzed, in a cast....yadda yadda. It's amazing how it ended up as me sending him to glory. It made me stop myself because I had sense. I was interested in how it would play out, because I was never the object of anyone's sexual desire. There I was, being invited to satisfy some guy's strange ass kink. Bless his soul, he just saw a young girl and wanted to have a good time. My. I had my nails painted red and I wore red lipstick to make my outfit complete. Before I left my hotel room, I had the urge to take off my panties and go without them, so I did. Now I truly felt daringly sexy. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room and walked to the elevator, and down I went.After another deep breath at the door to the Midtown Club, I walked in. There was music playing, people dancing, people talking. The men outnumbered the women almost two to one, the odds of meeting.