I was in the living room, on a comfortable black sofa, laying down, staring at my phone with distaste. I had gotten a text from my boyfriend, saying t...at he would not be home until ten o clock. He was going to have a night out with his guy friends. I sighed, and wondered what I should say back to him. Maybe I should tell him “fine.”But I was not fine. In fact, I wish he did not say he was going to come home late. Instead, I wanted him to come home now. I wanted to please him in a way that would. .. I just don’t know how you could have missed that deadline, Jessie. I mean ... we sat right here two weeks ago and talked about it - all of us. You must have been really distracted last week, or just on another planet, or something, to have forgotten so quickly, Jessie ... Jessie...”Jamahl Sable was looking intently at Jessie Harper as he spoke but he could tell she had stopped listening. She had started off paying attention but know something else had clearly caught her eye and whatever it. I was glad that they hadn’t let me eat anything — it probably would have ended up sprayed over the floor and the physical therapist. She was an attractive brunette in her mid-thirties, but as with all rehabilitation professionals she ran a fine line between effective therapist and asexual sadist. Three hours after the whole thing began, I was standing upright with my feet on the ground for the first time since I had stepped up onto the blocks nineteen days earlier.They helped me walk to the. I could not touch the floor, even when I strainedmy toes.? My arms weresecured firmly behind my back in a very tight single leather sleeve stretchingfrom my wrists to above my elbows and strapped about my shoulders, forcing myelbows together until they nearly touched. A tight single leather mittenencased my hands and fingers, rendering them completely useless. The sleevekeeping my elbows together had the effect of pushing out my breasts whichthrobbed, whilst my nipples stuck out furiously. The.