After she stopped thrashing, her head lolling on her chest, Lila remained, hanging, with her eyes closed, for long minutes, conscious only of the pain...in her wrists and her feet, where all her weight was resting on the nails piercing her flesh. For a long time, since her nailing started, she belonged, body and mind, to the nails that pierced her flesh, to the pain that took over her body. Now, hanging quiet, her mind returned to her body; the pain, while still unbearable, decreased a fraction,. The thin man produced a knife from his pocket."I think I'll cut you anyway; you'll look good with a stripe across your face!" He lifted the weapon, cruelly teasing her with it as he chose where to cut her. It was now or never. He flew from the doorway and kicked the thin man's arm skyward; the knife spiralled into the air, dropped and bounced down a hole in the boards. His look of absolute rage made the thin man take immediate flight; whoever he was, he did not want there to be any chance of. I have aids and I start treatment when I get to California. With your life style, Aids is a death sentence. I really don't want to spread this, but if you insist, I can't think of anyone more deserving." I said it with a nasty smile."You are a lying bitch," the chubby one said."Whatever," I said giving them my best, I don't give a shit look. It was my last non violent move. After that it was going to be getting raped or at least one of them get a jolt of couple of million volts. I could try a. She was wearing a short skirt, black seamed stocking, high heels and she had a see through blouse and 1/4 cup bra that exposed her nipples. She told me we had to find a pub where no one would know us, fairly easy as it was a new area anyway.We found a nice pub and I went to the bar for drinks, looking over to my wife her legs were crossed and the tops of her stockings were displayed. As the evening wore on more of her stocking tops and suspenders were displayed and guys were positioning.