The school, the convent, everything. I'm going away, I don't know where. I just came to tell you I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, and it was ... ...t was only my fear and my sorry guilt that brought you into that ... that perversion."She heard a whine. Kristen was trying to say something, but the catch in her throat blocked it."I'm sorry, I don't—" We could have been happy." No. I don't think so. Not really. But I will never deny you again. I love you, and I will admit that to everyone, no. I made a point of putting a nail through the major nerve running through the palm of each hand. The pain was reputed to be excruciating, and Hernandez's reaction fit that report. The next step was to fasten each foot to a corner of the bed beside the footboard. Unfortunately, he was not tall enough to allow us to nail his feet to the footboard. Oh, well, win some, lose some.The naked girls were fascinated by what we had done so far, and wanted to watch as we continued the torture, for that was. " Don't worry. We could afford this before the new job, Kim. Now, it'sdefinitely no problem."The garage door guy held a clipboard with a contract on it for Opie tosign and he gave me a look of condensation that made me want to punchhim in the nose. So, before Opie could take the clipboard, I grabbed itand looked at the figures. I looked it over and shook my head."Four doors, six panels each with each panel costing eighty-sevendollars, is that correct?" I asked.He shrugged. "Yeah." That's twenty. I picked them up and held them in my hand. They were soaking wet.Ralph's hand went under the table. Soon Jen's face flushed and her breath quickened. Her nipples got rock hard under her tight blouse. I saw movement in Ralph's arm. He was fingering my wife under the table.Jen laid her foot back in my lap, not to rub me, but instead to open herself more fully to Ralph's hands under the table. I lightly caressed my wife's stockinged foot, tracing my fingers along the soft seam running along her.