She watches as he starts adjusting the leather restraints attached to the table. Her heart races with excitement mingled with fear as she watches him....She knows what can happen on that table. Her legs start to tremble as she remembers the first time she was on the table. It was their first date. She remembers how she felt the first time he strapped her to it. She was so frightened, but she obeyed. She remembers how her mind was racing with wild thoughts as he first strapped her arms in two. . if only he would open it up for her, let her penetrated him with a ten-inch silicone cock or even a fist! She would die and go to heaven.Then there came that one magic night when things fell into place as if they had been scripted by a sympathetic director. Gold was high that night. Sky high. There had been rumors that he used some sort of weird drug cocktail to enhance his performance. Not that there was anything wrong with his normal performance, but because he wanted to juice it to totally. When Anne came home that night, she did not even talk to me. She again, went straight into the bedroom and locked herself in. I had never seen her act like this. I would do anything to get her back, but, she repeatedly refused to talk to me when I knocked at the door. Thursday night, when she came home, it was obvious to me that she had made some decisions. She looked at me, beckoned for me to follow her to the bedroom, where she took off the two peice suit that she had worn for the day . Almost in slow motion, and in tune with the beginning words ofthe song, a tomato came flying from off the screen and hit me on myleft arm. A shocked expression crossed the girl's face as the force ofthe unexpected impact knocked her off center and she fell to her knees.Next thing I knew, the picture had switched to a group of people whowere throwing tomatoes. A few looked like reporters; some looked likeconcerned fans or parents. There was even one who looked an awful lotlike Brady Townsend,.