"Sit." He ordered, not waiting for me to ask what he was doing with the chair. I sat. He pulled my arms behind the chair and I felt the cold steel of ...andcuffs as I heard the loud clicking of them being ratcheted closed on my wrists. I'm no stranger to an occasional restraint, but I hadn't expected it this evening. When I opened my mouth to ask about his plans, Mark slipped a ball gag into it.I watched as he lifted my legs over the arms of the chair and tied them in place, leaving me open and. “Well I was making an omelet before you scared me into next week.” She said as she resumed poking at her omelet with a spatula. I sat at the counter after pouring myself a cup of coffee. I know where all her cups are and everything else in her house of course. I’ve been here a million times after all. I sipped my coffee and she finished her omelet and sat across from me. “So what have you been up to the last few weeks?” She asked me very innocently. Her fake coy act cracked me up a little. I. The case didn't come anywhere near filling it up. It was about two gallons of mixers. I wanted to mix it about two to one, so I poured a gallon of shine in the container with the Fruit Juice. I was tempted to add a little simple syrup just to make it a little sweeter, but I forced myself to just taste it.It was way too strong, but very smooth. Since it seemed a too strong I decided to had half a case more of the mix. When I finished I had a little more than 3 gallons of punch.Next I emptied. "You got my clothes back from the jail?" Yes," I said and set the bags on the bed. "Unfortunately, they are notin very good condition." I lifted the pink blouse out of the bag. "Asyou can see, it's torn and has apparently spent the last several weekswadded up in this bag." I laid it out before him and removed the littledenim skirt. "The skirt is in even worse condition." And my ..." he began."Yes," I answered. "Everything is in here." Oh good, 'cause they didn't give me anything." We brought.