” “Hi Andrew, it’s Lydia here.” There was a moment of startled surprise on the other end of the phone. “Hey! Lydia. You phoned so soon? What...��s up?” “Well, I’ve just remembered that I don’t have a lift home. I wondered if we could have dinner straight after work?” “Sure. What time will that be?” “Say half five?” “Ok. I’ll be there. Looking forward to it already.” She spent the remainder of that day filled with thoughts of Andrew, the tall bespectacled man, with thinning hair. She wondered what. ’ I took Darrel’s hand and walked to his car. ‘Darrel is taking me home and I don’t want you following us. Just leave me alone, Jonathan,’ I cried, wiping the tears under my eyes. ‘I’ll take you home.’ Jonathan slowly walked toward us. I looked at him, shaking my head. ‘How could you think after what you did to me, after you embarrassed me in front of the entire school, I would want to go anywhere with you?’ ‘Carmen, please,’ he whispered, taking my hand, leading me away from Darrel. I knew. This was the last batch of 12 that my wife her mother and her aunt had decide was punishment for forgetting my wedding anniversary, We were all naked in the wet room, me hog tied, wrists short tied to ankles allowing some movement, my ball sack slip knotted with the rope stretched round my legs and knotted around my waist, any reaction to the slap of the paddle pulled the sack harder and squeezed the plums more. My mouth full of a red hard ball held in by leather straps not really stopping my. We where also in costumes at this point. I was wearing a pink poodle skirt, a white blouse, and unfortunately a bra with some silicone breast forms. Steve was wearing jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt.After that evenings rehearsal Steve asked if we could go over some lines that evening. I agreed and he wondered if we could meet in costume. I said yes, and we walked over to his room. He was lucky enough to have a room of his own. We sat down on the bed, and whipped out our scripts.We both.