If you don’t sign the NDA, you can’t participate in this meeting. I’ll give you a few minutes to read it over.”My girls are used to NDAs havin... to deal with them in my business. They quickly scan through it to ensure it is a boilerplate version and that there is nothing out of the ordinary, then they sign. Most everybody else either doesn’t read it or doesn’t read the entire thing. In the end, they are all signed.“Since each of you signed, it means you can’t talk about this with anybody that is. I can't do this. I just can't!"Jeff stood up, crossed the room and kicked my exposed ass. I didn't even try to protect myself. I held my face in my hands and continued to repeat that I could not do what he wanted.Jeff left the room and came back with two plastic shopping bags. He handed one to Barry and said, "Let's blanket the street with them first. Let all the neighbors see what two teenage lesbos do when they have a sleepover. Then we'll go to Rudy's and hand out disks to all the kids that. Then move stuff in. My 1st surprise! I was expecting mattressedor something. In John garage were what I thought was ordinary "guy project" stuff. The stuff they never finish. Before we had them all brought inside I was already wet with anticipation. All these items were in pieces we assembled one and after that drank wine and waited for strong men to show up. We had:- A Stockade- A Crucifiction Cross - A Gallows (with a real working trap door)- A steel cage (big enough for 3 girls) -. I coughed to announce my presence and watched her jump up like a firecracker looking very flushed and embarrassed. I ventured to ask why was she sniffing the seat of the chair so robustly. She looked decidedly awkward and kept her silence, except to eventually ask who the devil was I. When I explained she told me I had no rights to go sniffing around the building like I owned it. ‘Seems to me you are the one doing the sniffing’ I declared. She looked at me hesitantly, her blonde hair and blue.