I wondered why she was dressed like she was in Boston and had stepped out of line from an Irish marching band. She had red hair and freckles and chatt...d with two other girls. She seemed more sober than her friends.“Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said.Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I did.“Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really something.”In a moment of utter cockiness, I called to the girl in the flannel. But if there's onething I learned in Iraq it's there comes a time when you gotta standand you gotta fight." I appreciate what you're saying," Brandi told him. "It's just... it'sdifferent with me. I wish I could tell you all about me. My life isjust, like, really complicated."Arnie laughed heartily and said, "Life's got a way 'o gettin' likethat. You're a good girl Brandi. You got a good heart, I can tell thateven tho' we only just met. You'll find your way."They had another round and then. He reacted as I always do: a clenching of the anal sphincter and a jolt of intense feeling deep inside. I could feel the reaction as well as hear the moan of pleasure which we men never utter in that kind of professional setting at the Doctor’s office. To maintain control, I once again took his testicles between my fingers and squeezed until he cried out in moderate pain. I saw his cock throb and once again soften a little which allowed me to advance into the next phase of the procedure. I. 5:30 am, and the they began to raise the cross. Melissa's scourged body began to raise. As painful as it was for the nails to go through, her body weight pulling on them was even more so. And then the crucifix was vertical.Melissa's tiptoes found the spike, and she barely supported herself on it. Her arms were pulled very tight, and the spike gave her just enough support for her to breath. Melissa hung there. Naked. Bleeding, Crucified. Melissa knew that she had gotten what she had asked the.