This time my wife said that I would get a spanking if I said anything else about this football game. My wife does spank me, so I tried to keep quiet, ...ut they kept talking and talking.Finally I said, “Honey, I can’t take this anymore, I need to get home to watch this important game.”My wife said, “Well, it is important that I talk to Kathy too, and you will now get a good spanking for your many interruptions.”I didn’t want to be spanked, but at least we would go home and I could watch the rest. Pammy sat in her seat feeling embaressed but also excited as John had known. She’d never even considered anything like this until now and the prospect was daunting to her.“Pammy, before you get the job you need to show me you can do the job and perform so we’re going to play a scene right now. We’re going to pretend I’m a customer and we’ll see how you go. OK?” Pammy gasped. “Right now? Oh I’m not sure”.“Look Pammy, I know this is making you nervous but if you’re going to do this job you’ll. That was the point when the robot should have shaken me hard and shouted “Danger, Will Robinson!” That didn’t happen.Come Wednesday morning, along with her lunchtime cheese sandwich, I made a dozen pancakes, slipped half of them on a paper plate through her door with a travel mug of coffee as a peace offering, and went off to work. That evening, I called her through for supper at the table again. It was only ham, eggs and hash browns, with a store-bought dessert, but she ate it all up. She was. A sense of genuine catastrophe filled the auditorium. But Phil noted that Bess Houdini merely smiled.A bell rang at the mark of an hour and twenty minutes, the box was lifted and opened and Houdini emerged, weak and pale but smiling. He received a thunderous ovation. There had been no tricks involved, he had lived on the natural air sealed in with him for all that time.For the next hour the place was a milling crowd of well- wishers, everybody wanting to meet Houdini in this intimate place..