?Lisa replied meekly. ?I?m going to make sure it doesn?t.Christine, the horse I think.? Christine went to the side of the room anddragged back what lo...ked like a gymnast?s vaulting horse. Four wooden legs heldit steady and each one had a leather shackle chained to the foot. The top wasquite thin and covered with leather. Christine went over to Lisa and, takingher by the hand, stood her in front of it. She knelt down and lifting Lisa?sskirt reached up and undid the laces from the waistband of. I wasjust too shy in telling you, I didn't know how you would react. Butthen when I got invited to the party, it seemed like a good opportunityto finally go ahead with it, with an excuse to hide behind. But eventhen I never imagined you'd take to it so well, be so supportive of me.I thought if I was lucky you'd find me an old dress to wear, but here Iam wearing this gorgeous designer evening dress, professional make upand all the accessories I could imagine. You've made me feel like aprincess,. They must have kept it up for three days, whichI bet is some kind of record. I think they hired men off the street tofuck me, probably drove busloads of them up from the Bowery. All thewhile they kept injecting more heroine into me. To think, after my primand proper upbringing I was being filled with drugs and sex!" What did you think about all that?" Mick asked, starting to feelstrangely warm himself."Compared to being shot or beaten with baseball bats, it wasn't bad,"she said. "Oh, they tried. Several styles and a whole flower store ofcolors. What caused Jim to almost faint were three exquisite longlinebras, one each, in black, white and fuck-me scarlet. They seemed aboutready to jump out of the box and onto the nearest young girl (or boy)around. And you would never get the things off.When the box had given up it's last secret, it looked like Jim had beenswamped by a volcanic eruption of pink tissue and sensuous silk andsexy satin. He was dazed. I had to take control."Jim, wasn't it.