They move around, seemingly arranging in a formation. Then he hears chanting. And the lights began to move.The distant chants fuel his anger, the thou...hts of Ashley’s plight fuel his resolve. The moon takes pity on him and shines again.He finds a stick, it gives him an idea. He takes the stick to the pole and inserts it into the noose. He thinks that if he could twist it he may be able to tighten it enough to let him move the pole.Easy if you have you hands in front of you, nigh on impossible. I had no context to help my memory.“I don’t know,” I said.“Why, Mr. Blakely, you never struck me as the type that would sleep with a girl and not even know her name!” Liz said, nudging me with her elbow. “As bad as I was, I would know their names if you showed a picture.”She frowned slightly.“Most of them,” she corrected. “I could definitely tell you their first names.”“It’s not like that,” I said. “I didn’t sleep with this woman.”“It looks like you could have,” Liz told me. “She’s holding you. She had the best seat in the house.There were 4 different types of punishment benches to which a woman would be secured into place. They never used more than 2 at a time. Usually they only used one at a time. A girl would be brought out of her cell trembling, begging to not be hurt, and promising to be good. There were always at least 4 guards or cops in attendance, and sometimes as many as 12.The trembling girl would then be ordered to undress, and told at the same time that if she wasn’t. " All of that is true. He will cook or take me out to dinner for no reason other than to give me a break from cooking. He even does laundry once in awhile. But how do I go about doing all that? I mean, finding out about you and I might be easy to accomplish, but I sure as hell am not going out and pick up some guy to fuck me in front of my husband." I think I can help with that. One of my good ‘friends with benefits' would probably be willing to help. I could introduce you to him when you are.