She decided she needed to hurry home and headed to the checkout. She paid for the groceries and the assistant asked if she wanted them carried to her ...ar. She said she did and the assistant called for some help. In a minute or so the black guy she had seen came over and picked up the groceries. They went outside and he followed her to her car. Neither of the spoke and she unlocked the trunk and he bent down and put the groceries in. Joanne thanked him and he turned and walked away. Joanne, too,. Then, she climbed into the lower bunk and helped me into position. She tightened the noose around my scrotum and began to tug away the excess rope until I was just barely able to hold my body aloft.“How’s that?” She asked.I was in a backbend on the lower mattress, barely touching the pad with the crown of my head and my toes.“I think that’ll do it.” I grunted, fighting to keep my weight from coming to bear on my balls. I could see how this would excite a person: the pressure being exerted on my. But it felt like it took a long time.I dawdled over checking the bill, making sure I had everything to get reimbursed by the company. I kept looking at the door, hoping he would burst through it, but it was not happening. I felt heavy-hearted as I boxed up a few things to send to my house in NY, a few keepsakes including a strip of pictures of Paul and I being silly at one of the mall photo booth things. I almost didn’t include it, but experience told me I would regret it.It was usually a fun. Do not bother! I have never been better. By the way, why don't you just leave me alone?"I was glad to see that my sarcasm affected him. His face darkened. He turned to leave."Don't forget to lock the door!" I added.He didn't.That is foolish. Why I am trying to irritate him? He can do what he wants. He can even kill me.For some time, I nervously walked back and forth. My ankle started aching again. I propped myself on the windowsill and looked through the window. Too high. I can't do that. It is.