And immediately smiled….she had me there…..I said no….guess again….she said 6….I said no….5 …no…she stopped the car….and smiled….a...d said 10….?? NO way I said….stop this guess work, find out in person…and we laughed.We arrived at this nice restaurant ordered her specials and opened a bottle of white wine, great stuff I must say, South African wines. She didn’t tell me about the piri piri….but I found it great….until a few glasses of wine went in, I felt her hands on my lap again, I held hers. They had saved each other lives many times. In the years since they worked together, Joe had finished his degrees in psychiatry, and worked with people who had been brainwashed by cult groups."It will be tough Frank." Joe said. "She has been systematically abused, drugged, and mentally tortured for four years. That's tough to beat. We can do it, but it will be slow going, and I'm afraid that she will never be the same person she was before all this happened." Well, I'm not going to let her stay. But it was Jamal she now wanted... needed... had to have.The pain had been much worse than even Jamal's reaming of her unprepared anus, the tattoo needle providing an exquisite agony that caused the sweat to drip from her entire body as the words were forever embedded around her anus. Three hours later and six pounds lighter from the exertion, pain and loss of body water, Marcy had stepped from the tattoo parlor.She had begun tanning on Saturday morning and had daily standing appointments for. . We started walking towards a place a little more isolated ... I arrive with my beach bag. At this time, the beach is completely deserted. I take off my dress, I'm already in a bikini underneath. I dare not take off the swimsuit ..; it is the first time that i am in the nudist ... I spread the towel and start reading the first lines of the magazine I brought.An hour passes ... and I see a man (in his forties) settling on the other end of the beach, he is watching us despite the distance.He.