“Good news! No testicular cancer!”She dropped the testicle, my testicle in a tray with a thud.“Now the other one.”She repeated the procedure o... my left side.“Should we save them for you in some formaldehyde?”I tried to tell them to save them, but with the gag, they couldn't understand what I was trying to say.“Well since you don't seem to want them anymore. I think I will have them dried and made into earrings for my sister.”Besides being in pain, I was by this time sobbing heavily. They cut my. I gestured at her and she rose and came over to me. "What's the story?" I asked her in low tones."She's drifting in and out. She recognized me, but she's not focusing on anything too well. I can't tell why. She doesn't look like she's injured. It could just be... reaction... to what we went through. Or," she paused for a moment, shuddering a bit, "it could be something that happened to her after I left. Somehow she got captured again?" Possible," I allowed."Anyway, physically, neither one seems. Hearing this she turned around. I saw that innocent face and that was it. I had to take her.I grabbed her slender wrist, her eyes went wide. "Dont speak. Dont say a word".I saw a jolt of fear take over her. It had worked. She remained silent. Shaking.With my free hand I unzipped my fly. The extitment of watching then grabbing had me hard already."On your knees girl"I twisted her wrist. She nodded afraid to speak. I watched as this tall innocent girl slowly knelt... she looked up at me with this. . A mutually agreeable arrangement for us both. At last, Saturday evening arrived and the buzzer downstairs sounded right on time and Emma cheerfully announced her arrival through the intercom system. I buzzed her in and a minute later, there she was standing in front of me, a little breathless and a little flushed from using the stairs rather than the lift. She was dressed casually in a yellow sweater and faded jeans. Her hair was hanging loose and was still damp from when she had washed it,.