Then, stepping off, you walked to the wall and drop me all the way to thefloor. My legs were still spread, and bent at the knees, because of the sprea...erbar and the restraints, and my back arched to try and find balance on the floor.My sore buttocks just touch the ground, making me groan slightly. You broughta glass of wine to me. ?My plaything deserves a drink.? You ran your finger along the side of mymouth. I opened it up, and you slowly poured a little wine in. I let it lingerin my mouth,. "Hey Joe when your done there, my could do with a trim!"I glanced around and saw Faith in a pair of shades grinning at me over the fence."You're what needs a trim?" I asked, and she laughed like a naughty teenage girl."No, i'm all good down there! you should know!" she replied with a grin, "But when your done, come over, I've got a friend coming by and we're having drinks, your welcome to join us!" Okay!" I replied and then Faith disappeared behind the fence again, and I carried on with the. This meant I could feed myself, and brush my teeth, and read my own comics. I also was able to get out of bed with help and get into the little wheelchair that the hospital loaned us. Most importantly, it also meant with help I could sit on the toilet to do my business ... no more diapers!By the middle of July, I was moving my feet and legs and by the end of July I was walking again, albeit slowly and carefully, but I was doing okay. I wanted to climb back into our treehouse, but mama told me. Not like that. Strip me. Tear them off!'She landed on the large circular footstool and the hands grasped at her. It was like pass the parcel. He shoes came off almost at once. She was face down and felt her dress being pushed up over her bum and back. It was then pulled up over her head and seemed to get stuck. She was now blindfolded by the dress. Her arms trussed up inside it. Helpless. She could feel the tights being torn from her legs. She could feel the air on her legs and then she felt.