Grace went to her dresser and returned with a necklace. It was a goldchain with a small silver key on it. Nothing else."Danni?" she asked. "Would y...u help me with this?" Sure," I replied. "What is it?" I asked.She turned to face me. "It's the key to your thingee," she advised as shereached down and cupped my cage in her hands. "For later?" she teased.Thus, throughout our engagement party, I was going to be constantlyreminded of Grace's control over my release. She was such a. A., &/or likewise within a predominantly black vicinity area neighborhood community, talking about how he himself would beat the living daylights out of me if I myself don't turn off my cellphone, & put it into my pocket, spitting salt, or venom more, much more than a little bit, but then thank God, my Lord, & Savior, the Messiah-Deliverer that he himself didn't, or hadn't acted upon that being of his words with some, or such actions otherwise to compliment that being of a verbal threat to be. She had no make up on and after 8-10 hours of work, she was not at her best (neither was I). As I was pondering this, she got out of the car and I followed. She paid for the room and got the key and I followed. She got into the elevator and I followed. All without saying a word. When we got to the room. She took off her coat and threw it on the chair. She then looked at me "Let's take that off". She took my coat off. "Are we gonna be quite all night? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" I. "Come here, I want you to smell this." He laughed at her skeptical expression and her shivery shake of her head. "No, seriously, come smell this. I use pieces of this bark in the bottom of my boots. They hardly smell at all."Still skeptical, she drew closer and lightly sniffed at the boot in his hand. She looked up at him in surprise. There was a little bit of a sweaty smell, but nothing like hers or her brother's."Would you like me to make some for your boots?"She nodded bashfully."Alright,.