I wouldn’t put her off if I were you. It looks like you’ve had enough tonight already.” I didn’t understand but I had an awkward feeling that ...he had been talking about our earlier experience in the car. I went up to my wife and said sternly “Can I have a word with you dear?” looking a little annoyed she spoke. “What do you want?” I said “tell me what is going on” she smirked and bent to play another shot. As she lined up she said “These boys didn’t want to play a girl so I have bet these guys. ”“I doubt that very much, Fred. I may be more powerful than they are, but being untrained, I can probably hurt someone without meaning to, like I did Barb and your people with my broadcast. I have been told by martial arts teachers that I know just enough martial arts to be very dangerous because I know how to hurt, maim, and kill, but I didn’t learn the discipline along with the teachings. By that they meant that I could use a move to hurt, or stop a move, but because I haven’t trained. She picked up weights for the nipple clamps and returned to me, clipping the weights onto the chains of the clamps. These weights were heavier than anything I had taken the previous night with Alice and made me writhe in pain on the table, again doing my best to resist the urge to rip them off of me and temporarily relieve the pain. Miss Vicki slid the speculum out of me and went back to her table, putting it down and then removing the 8" dildo and replacing it, to my horror, with an even. William Sloane came. He was a fat quiet little man who seemed nervous. He kept reading the charts at the foot of my bed and papers about me in a folder he held in both hands and finally he told me I’d been given a sleeping electroencephalogram, but they weren’t quite sure. ‘Quite sure about what?’ ‘Well, uh, we’re not sure.’ ‘What the hell,’ I said. ‘Nothing really specific.’ ‘When do I get out of here?’ ‘We’re going to try again. We’ll give you a waking electroencephalogram.’ So they wheeled.