Carla breaks off the kiss as fast as she can, but it's too late. They turn around and see about a dozen girls giving them dirty, disgusting looks. Goi...g to the exit of the crowded ladies' room feels like a 'Walk of Shame'.They hear one of the girls say, "What the fuck?" Others are sneering at them, saying "Ewww, how disgusting!" As they walk out the door someone yells, "Fuckin' dykes!"Rosy is embarrassed but Carla is defiant. She yells back into the bathroom, "Fuck You... Bitches!"Another voice. The newspaperman pleaded with her. "How can we make him more comfortable?" Without sedation--" She met Warren's eyes and changed tack. "We'll.secure his jaw so he doesn't bite his tongue off." Thank you, doctor." Warren's gratitude was a sour reward. Kafka sorted her medical tools. Jameson brushed his son's forehead. Sweat was soaking through his straightjacket. The padded leather restraints creaked and pulled under tension."This well help him won't it? Because God have mercy on you if this is. Part of her knew that she was a little out of control, perhaps a lot out of control, but something about giving in, and just feeling all those feelings was more than a little addicting. And the way others acted around her, as if she was this prize that they were lucky enough to enjoy.The almost still quiet of the morning was broken by the sounds of her small grunts of pleasure as Milo’s tongue began to work its way deeper and deeper into Niki’s wet vagina, her lips opening and her juices. The woman slept tied-up on the bed in the bedroom while I slept on the floor of the main room in a sleeping bag.Next morning I called in sick, then I drove down to Home Depot and bought everything I would need to make the bedroom into a prison. I spent the rest of the day installing it, pausing only to cook us both dinner. The woman looked as though she'd rather choke than eat my food, but she was hungry and when I urged her to think of her baby she eventually succumbed.As soon as the bedroom.