The whole table twisted on some sort of hinge, and sure enough, when it was vertical, it looked exactly like a big "X." There were leather buckles at ...ach corner, and I passively let him fasten first one wrist, then the other to the uppermost portion of it. My breasts, unrestrained beneath my light blouse, ballooned slightly as they pressed into the rough wood of the thing. There was a cross-brace at the level of my face, and I turned my head and rested my cheek against it, watching, waiting.. Becky giggled loudly saying, "sorry boys", then pulled the halter top back into position. She grabbed our hands and quickly lead us to the VW. We climbed into the back with our baggage thrown onto the front seat. Becky cranked up the music loudly and the three of us headed to camp. Becky was ignoring us completely as she sang along with the car radio. In the back seat Rob and I were going crazy. Rob started with graphic descriptions on how big his sisters boobs were. We looked into each others. Id rather hang than that, she said, her tongue full of venom. She spat hard in his face and knocked his hand away from her breast with her bound wrists. The jarls jaw clenched, swallowing anger, and he wiped the spittle off his cheek. Shame, he said softly, looking down into the shadows around her parted legs. Obstinate to the last. I had expected more wit… from a woman of your accomplishments. He looked her up and down again, then smiled and shifted, so that for a moment she thought he would. ”It’s part of the never-ending litany of bizarre noises and strange odors emanating from his cubicle.Weird laughter, inappropriate jokes, bodily noises. And the Smells. God the Smells.Every. Damn. Day. Sardines in heavy oil. Sardines in Mustard. Once in a while pickled herring. And the occasional tin of smoked oysters. The tins just sit in his trash can. Reeking. All week.I can’t even enjoy my precious coffee.The worst part about the laughter is that nobody is back there with him, and he isn’t.