The Merchant Venturers have taken on the task of keeping such miscreants locked up during the fair. At the end of the day the felons are taken from th...ir cells and put in the stocks, where thy are pelted with all manner of substances. The crowd have a good time, the wrongdoers are punished without being hanged, transported, whipped, or branded, and everyone goes home happy, other than those who return home covered in ordure and embarrassment.”His explanation eased any thoughts I had of having. "You know the kinds of things I have to do to connect with the clients, to lubricate the social wheels. Well, the client wanted to celebrate so they took us to a tittie bar. I objected, but that was what they wanted to do and you pretty much have to keep the client happy." That's your big problem? They took you to a strip club? What happened, did they get you a lap dance?" No. I refused. But they took the party back to the hotel and they hired one of the strippers for a private party. I was. " Well now it was clear that this prank caller was notdescribing him, Marvin thought, and for that matter the caller clearlywasn't a woman, rather it sounded like the most stereotypically flamboyantof drag queens. Still, no sense hanging up now he thought, as he startedidly twirling a lock of hair."I love how small your feet are, and how you're not afraid to show alittle leg." Wow, this guy was getting WAY to frisky - but he couldn'tmake a big deal of it, what if this was some sort of radio. Nallen stood considering the sleeves on my blouse for a few seconds but change his mind; he set the knife back on the table before loosening my skirt, first the belt and then the buttons, the light gray cloth tube slid over my wide hips and down my legs with a rustling sigh, joining my wrecked bra. He stepped back, examining me standing there in his room, bound with my wrists above my head, clad in loosened blouse, panties, garter belt and stockings. The black cloth of the last three and the.