..” “There's no need to explain,” Wanda assured him. “I just happened to be in this part of town and wanted to drop by...” “Good timing.�... “Really? I hope I'm not disturbing you. I don't see anyone else working with you today...surely you must have clients scheduled today?” “Mondays are a bit slow, and my clients arrived a bit earlier than usual.” Carefully, Gregory backed away from Wanda now, moving towards the front of his barbershop, drawing the horizontal blinds closed and posting an 'out. I'd put some peroxide on that one, the human mouth is a filthy thing." Arty looked at Friday worriedly. "Oh, don't worry about Friday, I'll have a talk with her." Arty nodded and backed away before fleeing to his cellar."Now, Friday, why don't you pull up a chair, and we'll talk."She stood before him, looking down at the person sitting in the chair before her. She saw a man that looked to be in his forties, wearing wire framed, round lensed glasses. He was clean shaven, his hair moderately. Her eyes were filling withtears."All we've ever wanted is for you to be happy," she sniffed."Then make things easier for me. Call that solicitor. Tell the school I'mnot coming back. Talk to Mr & Mrs Porter. Invite them round for tea orsomething. I'll do it if you like."She nodded her head, but still couldn't bring herself to look directly atme.So that wasn't the turning point either.Nor did it arrive the following Wednesday, after our gruellinginterrogation at the hands of Michael Sandwell in. A guy in a leather vest was checking Ids. He looked me over and smiled. "Hey Tom, glad you made it. Somebody's dream will come true this weekend." He handed me a form to sign and made copies of my Ids. He led me through a door to a small stage in a crowded room. I saw bondage tables, chains hanging from the ceiling, stocks, and other bondage devices. Jason pointed to a "1" painted on the floor and said "Stand here, No talking!" I looked into the crowd. All eyes were checking me out. Soon other.