I wasn't feelingany pain and, God knows, he was trying. If I'd been thinking rationally,I suppose that I wouldn't have taken his threats seriously. He...k, if I'dbeen rational, I'd have been screaming my head off. Logic says that thiscoward was 90% likely to run like a little girl from the scene of thecrime before the cops showed up. Of course, that 10% chance would havebeen an unacceptable risk, so I don't have any regrets about whathappened next.I didn't say a word. He stabbed me one last time. TPE 24/7 Level-10 slave swap and auction, invitation only!Jack scratched his head wondering what that meant, then continued on.He came to the yellow dungeon, where a "Torture Demonstration" was presumably in progress.Upon walking inside, past a couple of big beefy bouncers watching the room, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had expected it to be some lame fake show. But, wow! Upon walking inside, there was a woman hanging by her breasts. She had a rope wound tightly to one breast, threaded up. ”The elevator stopped. “Well, this is my floor. It was nice meeting you Sandy. Maybe we could do lunch?”“I don’t know. This business deal is taking up a lot of my time.” As Vanessa left the elevator, she left her hand out to slightly touch Sandy’s back. Sandy was grossed out by the fact that she had just been hit on by a lesbian.When she got to the hotel, she knew that it was time to let her imagination to run wild. Sandy could not get the fact that she was hit on by another woman out of her. And one of them’s bound to say: ‘But what’s she like stark bollock naked?’ And Stan’ll say: ‘There’s no bollocks about it!’ And they’ll all laugh. But whatever they say, before you know it they’ll have all my clothes off, and I’ll be there going red while they poke me and fiddle about with me. And this won’t be in places where you’re meant to be naked. And then my clothes’ll go missing. And I’ve got to go home in the cold, with goose-pimples all over me, and everyone staring and laughing at.