And for what? Just to prove to Sara that the bullshit she was spewing was bullshit. It wasn't. And now I got a third crazy bitch claiming I owned her....I had taken a death grip on the edge of the sink. I saw myself in the mirror.I was a big man, heavy but not as fat as I had been in college. My dirty blond hair was in need of a cut and my beard in need of a trim. I was dressed in a four year old t-shirt that I had never replaced because I had never thought to buy myself clothes. Meghan would buy. I decided to do explore it. I searched C-Drive. D-Drive and E-drive but found nothing but as I was about to leave, I noticed that the 80G B C-drive was almost full as I explored it a little, I got all the adult stuff.A huge collection of HD sex videos, Sex wallpapers etc and now I just checked that, her system was too slow because of full hard disk. I decided to have some fun today and I am very good at it. I kept her lappi a aside and started to do my work, in few minutes she came in with some. I could feel the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing level of pleasure. I closed my eyes and "went into the pain." No, I don't know what that means or exactly what happens, but when you stop avoiding the pain, but rather embrace it, everything changes. It is almost as if a switch is thrown that takes the pain impulses off the pain track and sends them down the pleasure track. I gave myself to the pain, and from that point on, the pain train was roaring. Then, he nailed in two shorter pieces, essentially forming a narrow box beneath her bunk. On the floor towards the top part of her bed, he nailed two iron runners forming a ramp just over two centimeters high. Next, he attached a hinged contraption to the foot of her bed, a contraption that both frightened and excited her. With that he left the cabin. Tink studied the contraption. The thing had two polished wooden pegs spaced not fat apart and each about the size and shape of a generous penis..