She had found a really old black gown, dusty, cobwebs, dowdy in an antique (junk) store. She wore it as it was, no cleaning, to get more atmosphere. T...e cab pulled in front of the ‘Bates Motel’. There were no lights. It was dark. The cab driver said ‘Ladies, you sure this is the right place?’ Miranda answered, ‘ Fuck, yeah! Just let us off.’ They looked at the somber building, quiet for a moment. Approaching the front door they looked at each other, a question in their eyes. Pulling the old. “Favor. I’d like to see Duke Arlington’s office. His work space. The personal stuff he came back to try to collect after you fired him.”He teased me, “Got a warrant?”“Nope.”“Come on out. It’s not Arlington’s office anymore; it’s the team’s. There’s a box of junk we haven’t gotten around to sending him yet. The FBI has already been through everything.”“This afternoon?”“Sure, anytime after two.”Chip’s face didn’t fall when he saw Walker by my side. He was actually pretty cool about it. My son had. His concern was admirable. Someone in the backof my head I was asking myself the same question. Is this what the angelwants me to do, or is that what I want to do?When it was time to go, I grabbed my backpack, car keys, new Discman, afew CDs. I called to Cindy. "I'm ready to go!"* * *I walked out side of my house. The brisk late September morning air. I'mfeeling great. I have a little swagger in my step. I got into my car andstarted it up while setting up the CD player and adapter. I popped in. While I knelt down he rolled a barbell with weights attached until it was pressing against the back of my ankles and told me to spread my legs wide. I obediently spread my legs wide for him and he tied my ankles to the barbell on the other side of the plates. I slid forward a little to try to get more comfortable and wound up pressing my clit and e-stim pad against the edge of the bench. The Dom who had attached the e-stim pads turned them on setting them on a low pulse. My pussy was.