Just seeing her dressed up like this was reward enough for me and I had resigned myself to allow her to do anything she wanted to me. I was bound by e...ch wrist and each ankle to the corners of the bed, spread eagle and flat on my back. I gave the ropes a tug and they were very secure. I was now in her hands and pretty helpless. I had one request, and that was for no pain, when she never gave me an answer either way I felt a surge of fear, followed by excitement flow through me as I knew I was. Who could she call? Ms. Price? Her father? No, she scolded herself, her father was dead. Even so, the urge to dial his old number and listen to the ring over and over was almost overwhelming. She had to put the phone down. She bit her fingernails, lost in thought. She realized she had bitten them down to nothing when she tasted blood. Finally she went to the dresser, the one she had only filled the day before, and began to empty it. Devereux Manor was not her house. Devereux Manor had never. Thank you for talking with us this morning.” He then sent the net on to the next person.She looked at me with a bit of wonder in her eyes. “He thanked me for talking with them. He sounds like a real gentleman.”“He is. George and most all the regulars are retired. It’s a fine group.“We can listen and participate some more or can start our day. Make the call.”“Let’s stay and participate.” I nodded and turned the volume up a bit.On the next round, George called for Gail with my call as control. Then she took apacket of cigarettes from the many cartons that Granddad had placed inthe wardrobe. Susan opened the packet and took one of the filter-tippedcigarettes from the pack.She noticed that the cigarette was much longer than the one's she'dsmoked that day and that it looked so sophisticated and feminine as shedaintily held it between her red-tipped, small, outstretched fingers.Uncle Ben had been right, she thought, she shouldn't have to smokemen's cigarettes any more.She lit her.