Robert missed his curfew and he dropped a level. It was that simple. It was my attitude that kept me on level two. I refused to be therapeutic. I took...my meds, but I didn’t do the work. I talked to my therapist when I wanted to and I rarely spoke in group. I called the art therapist a ‘fucking loony.’ As for Diana, she didn’t say much in group. Mostly, she read the newspaper. Sometimes she read a book during art therapy. She liked Jay McInerney. The staff didn’t know what to do with Glory. I. His frustrated grunt sounded as blinded he didn’t realize the pony girl had a chastity belt firmly on. Both were secure on a pole and were marked as they could be sold separately or as a pair.There was a woman at another display, blindfolded of course, but also wore an open spider-web like harness of thick purple silk rope wrapped tightly on her body. Also, she was suspended in a Japanese style kind of suspension, a bit precarious looking, but she looked comfortable, despite having her legs. " Eat as much as you like. I've more," chachi said, "if you like I can get you some bread with butter and jam." I wouldn't mind," Selma giggled. Chachi went inside leaving Selma with a plateful of cookies.When chachi returned after ten minutes the cookies were gone and Selma had a wild look in her eyes. No one had ever reacted to her herbs in this manner. Chachi thought with lightning speed, "If this is the result of an overdose of the herbs then it'll wear off with time. The best thing would. Wendy saw him a couple more times, beginning to trim her pubic hair to make it easier for him to pleasure her orally, which she really enjoyed.All the attention from this young guy awakened something inside Wendy. She knew what it was like now and he wasn't going to be around for the whole time so Wendy had to find another guy. The weather was getting warmer and she had managed to get a consultancy role out of her home town where Wendy felt she could dress a little more provocatively, maybe.