She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded: " Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rom.... So, how are you getting there?" We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!" Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser."That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?" We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome's Tiber. The next day after work, I had already talked to Amy countless of times on the phone and I had told her that after I went to my apartment and took a shower I would go right over to her. I was in the shower when I heard my sister call out to me and told me she was home. I answered her and said, ok. When I had gotten dressed and came out of the bathroom my sister asked me if I was going out and I told her yea. She asked, Is it to go meet a girl? And I said yes. My sister began to bombard me. When I was ready, I nodded to him and he threw the switch. I snapped against the straps as the current slammed through my body. This time I noticed how the metal table groaned and squealed under the load my tortured muscles put on it. Also, this time my screams were just as loud and just as piercing and just as heartfelt, but there was a note of something else in them, too, something of exultation at feeling myself driven past pain, past agony and past human endurance. Perhaps other girls could. She asked if I was serious and informed me that she lived about twenty minutes away from the location, but wasn’t aware of the club. I was amazed that all this time she had been so close to me geographically although I was afraid to make her uncomfortable by inquiring where she lived. I was fairly sure that she’d be on the other side of the country as normally is the case when I meet a woman online who I share things in common with.I had to take the chance. I asked if she would be interested.