" So what are you going to do about it?" Go back to being Daisy for a while, probably - at least until thesituation is clearer. I can't be Daisy fore...er." Well, it's not impossible, but it would certainly be very difficult.At the very least, you probably need to set up a bank account and get adriving licence in her name. If there's anything I can do to help, letme know. I do like Ruth, but you have to admit that she's..." A mad Northern bitch?" ...unusual, I was going to say. Little. In spite of just having seen and kissed each of them naked I was exiled to the dining hall to chat and drink coffee until the campfire was to start at eight. When eight rolled around I ambled over to the fire circle. The fire had been lit and was building up nicely casting a flickering glow to the area.All the girls assembled and were seated. I joined my girls where we usually sat. I noticed that they were all wearing bathrobes which increased my worry level. I thought to myself "Oh no; they. She smiled at me, and delivered her closing argument. “Anyhow, that’s my version! That’s the way I’m telling it!”I inched closer, on my own hands and knees. “Oh, really? So, no mention of the multiple orgasms I elicited, hmm?”She placed her finger to her lip, as if deliberating. “Well, I might have gotten my cookies once.”I raised my eyebrows. “Once? So, is that the explanation for the moans that I took to be encouragement?”She grinned. “Maybe...”I inched closer. “And, the ‘cookies’, the. Linda used the winch to lower the bar in front of me. Jean fastened one cuff to my right wrist before untying me. Then she put the other cuff on my left wrist and gave a thumbs up. The winch cranked again and the bar slowly rose toward the ceiling, taking my wrists with it, stopping once my hands were just above my head. The bar was long enough that my hands were about a foot outside my shoulders. Jean reached up and guided the bar between four posts extending from the ceiling. A few more.