When we were far enough away so that Bill couldn't hear, I told her in no uncertain terms that she was encroaching in an area where she wasn't wanted....She tried to deny it, but when I glared at her, she admitted that she had stepped across the line, but she also said that for some reason she couldn't help herself. There were tears in her eyes as she kept repeating that she had never acted like that before. She apologized and went on her way, but ... much later, when I knew a lot more about. The CO had a taste for the ultra kinky, shall we say. Over the top stuff. No kiddie touching or gay stuff, let me set that straight. He was into pain. Inflicting pain. (Rumor had it that he had been well schooled and was quite successful in extracting information from captured VC). He wasn't into the light playful things you might see in a bondage flick or magazine. He liked bull whips, water soaked rattan canes, leather floggers, (even owned a scourge he made himself, tying bits of brittle. We got him an ambulance. I offered to take his car home for him. It was the least I could do in the circumstances. He, of course refused. By this stage, Sharon was into the doctored knickers and tampons. Clearly the chilli juice was having some effect. She was, shall we say, a little uncomfortable. She suffered for a day or two before going to the doctors. Naturally, the doc hadn’t a clue about the real cause, but she was given some cream, which she hid in her handbag. I hadn’t fixed all her. Kenneth was dressed in his usual black long sleeved shirt, buttonedat the cuffs and neck, and black pants. I was too shy to notice muchabout him before, but now I saw he was not much taller than Beth, whowas five five, and very thin. He wore small diamond studs in both hisears. He caught me looking at him and smiled. I smiled back."Where is Madam?" he inquired.We all looked behind us to find that Mom was not there.Mr. Kenneth went to the phone."Yes, please bring her to me. No, no. Tell her Mr..