.." she said and stopped, searching for the word, "trigger?"I knew it was Ken that had given her that word. I didn't want to say it, for telling would...make her feel awful. A lump in my throat formed, making almost any word not want to come out."Do you remember," my father said, "what the agent said at the base? You would feel things that you would need help with."I did remember what he had said. I hadn't believed that something like that would happen to me, at the time. There was no armored. Her legs draped off the end and each ankle was quickly taped to a bench leg. Her bare thighs were spread apart. On the other end of the bench they made several wraps of tape around her neck and the bench to keep her completely immobilized in the supine position. Her arms were trapped behind and underneath her back. She was breathing rapidly and beads of sweat formed on her skin as she fought her bindings.The men all paused. None of this was planned, but the situation took on a life of its own.. Incredibly good looking with bright cornflower blue eyes and fair skin. Why her hubby would prefer to be a long distance lorry driver rather than be bedding her constantly was beyond me, though I had no reason to doubt Jean's judgement.That night Jan and I made mad passionate love at almost a different level. The variety I had been exposed to seemed to have kick started my sex drive and Jan was very appreciative of my efforts, if somewhat exhausted by the time my demands had finished.. .. I just thought I'd never get here... but I kept dreaming that some day I would and... after all these years... here I am at last! I can hardly believe it... can you?" No... no... I can't, Wanda." Bette Jean tried to smile warmly but she was so taken aback by the sudden appearance of her younger sister that she still couldn't quite take it all in. Her head was full of a thousand questions."Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"Wanda had rushed back to lug the heavy suitcases inside the.