And we sat in a hall on sofa and Mrs. R made three drinks each for 3 of us and she told her to be comfortable and asked to me make d lovely girl a bit...more comfortable. I started talking normal things to her about what she do and about her friends and all.And we finally started to be normal after a few pegs of scotch now things started to get hotter as Mrs. r asked me to take that to her Room I asked Mrs. R if she will join us or not. She said she will but later on. So we entered d room and. Mary and I kept on pushing up that channel 'til we got to the point where I could swing into one of favorite coves. It's just a little place, 'bout a hundred and fifty feet long and maybe fifty wide. I like it 'cause there's a cold water spring that runs heavy 'nough to keep most the whole cove free of mud 'n' muck. Keeps the water in there cooler and clearer than the rest of the slough. It's clear 'nough to see the bottom so you can watch the anchor's set if'n you've a mind to.I put one anchor. The neighbor lady untied Casey’s arms while the other woman asked the pastor, ?where to now??The pastor thought for a moment. ?Put her in the dry box. Feed her the same.?The dry box was another name for a room half the size as Casey’s current room but with zero amenities, except for a light. A deep hole served as a toilet. Daily rations constituted of the same amount of water and food as before along with four squares of toilet paper with a wad of toothpaste on one corner. If that wasn’t enough. "She has lots of novel ways of humiliating you and punishingyou. You'll see."I had to struggle to control myself when Brenda massaged in the lightly-perfumed powder. She raised my legs into the air and sprinkled the silkytalc between my cheeks and all over my sore red bottom, and I couldn'thelp sighing with pleasure when she gently rubbed it in. She let my legsdrop until my heels rested against the padded vinyl surface, and pouredanother handful of powder over my shrivelled peenie and ball.