As I entered it was immediately apparent that someone had been in the locked cupboard with the bdsm instruments. I saw lying on the bed a set of handc...ffs, a blindfold, sets of ties, a set of leg shackles, and to me, more frighteningly a whip which looked like a cat of nine tails but with very thin tails. I concluded that Rebecca had been busy during one of her absences from the kitchen. The problem this posed for me was whether or not I was willing to go along with her preparations and let her. I mean, if I go out fishing by myself, I take the lunch she packed for me. "AI, where is Diana and is she busy?" Probably not, but what is the meeting about?" Someone mentioned that there are about a hundred of us up here. How many people does each ship need?" So, if everyone up here participates, we have enough to man six of these ships. How many are we getting?"Obviously we were going to have to shift to a higher gear. We didn't even have enough people up here to put ONE man on each ship. They had gone for drinks after work, and she couldn't remember who had suggested they adjourn to Fenton's Creamery for dinner and ice cream. Fenton's was an East Bay institution. They ate dinner and talked and laughed, and then eaten an enormous amount of ice cream, appetites fueled by marijuana supplied by James. They were all feeling great and Sarah watched James as he hovered. He had that look that told her he expected something more than the coldness she had shown him recently. She giggled. " he yelled, dropping the pole as he held his facein one hand.As he held his entire face had begun to change. Both of his cheekssoftened and rose, giving them a bit more definition. He placed the sideof his right index finger up against his nostrils to check to make surehe hadn't given himself a bloody nose. He had checked three times, eachtime he had put his finger up against his nose, the skin softened, andfew freckles appeared across the bridge of his nose.Joe moved his fingers across his.