And why should I? She had begged to be questioned about the most secret particulars of her sexuality. She titillated me with tales from her teens, of ...er wedding night, of romantic interludes in the ten years that she had been married. I was the only one that knew that she sometimes touched herself. I was the only one that knew that she secretly penned erotica. I even knew that she enjoyed anal sex much more than she ever let on to her husband. The church-going young mother that never swore or. Then realization hit! It was a mediaeval “stock” like those they used to punish offenders hundreds of years ago.“What kind of joke is this?” I yelled, as Bill unlocked the fastening and opened the top board, “There is no way you are getting me in those!”.Then, so quickly I hardly had time to think, Fred grabbed my wrists from behind and pushed me towards the stocks while Bill grabbed my head and together they forced my head and hands into the cutouts and locked the bar in place. I am quite. Neither I nor Aribela pressed the issue.Once the meal had been tucked away and the fires in the mantle had begun to die away, Aribela stood and gestured. “Come, let me show you to the guest rooms,” she said. “I would not want either of you to travel in the mountains after dusk. There are too many wolves out, let alone kites tribes and bears.” She shook her head.The first room we came to had been very recently cleared of many objects – the tracks of dust on the floor and the discolorations on. . or a cook, a maid or a travel companion. I guess I can even play being a friend?"Pamela just stared, feeling shocked. She felt as if the girl drifted away from her, disappearing into a separate world — a world devoid of feelings, where she and her would be complete strangers. To her surprise it hurt. She took the girl's chin in her hand, making her look into her eyes."So what are you to me, Alicia?" she asked, her voice soft. "What's left of us? Is there an 'us' at all?" The girl's lashes.