It was a simple script with straight-ahead production; the way it was written I was playing-off of the producer/main actor and just reacting to what h... said and did. That made it pretty easy. A short summary is that we are partners or lovers and I was arrested for shoplifting, the police released me into his custody. Of course I protested the charge and continued to do so as he took me ‘home’ to ‘our’ small farm. By then he’d made up his mind that I needed a good dose of discipline – if I was. Chucking the acquired Glock 9mm pistol wasn't too painful, and I wouldn't miss keeping the Tek-9 either or any of the other toys that the various gunsels had been toting, but I just about cried ditching the two lovely shotguns into the deep blue to be lost forever. No matter how I thought the problem over I couldn't think of a way to get those babies home into my own gun cabinet. My now empty backpack had gone into the drink too, along with my Ka-Bar. Nothing I had worn or carried inside the. No attempts to bribe. Two naked girls, hanging helpless without thought or hope or escape. The whip was the center of their being. It owned them as did the woman who held it. All of the girl who was Dorinda, save her voice which was mute, cried in some strange paean of exultation: ‘Whip me, whip me, oh, please whip me ....’Amity swung the sneaky length. It curled around Terry’s waist leaving a narrow neat belt of punished skin, the buckle of which was a drop of blood where the tip had cut. The. I followed Bobby to his room. He took a pack from his desk and gave me one. He lit it and then lit one for himself. We both sat on the side of the bed and smoked quietly. When I was done, Bobby put it out for me and I laid back flat across the bed. Stoned and a little buzzed from the alcohol, I stared at the ceiling. The x was starting to kick in. It felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. Bobby put his cigarette out and lay back beside me. Man, Im fucked up. So am I. I rubbed my.