The same scene was repeated once or twice a week for the next three weeks and I began to finally realize that Edith had been telling me the truth all ...long.And then I found out just how fucked up I was. I was disappointed! I had actually been looking forward to catching Edith having an affair with another man and watching them make love. Just what the fuck was wrong with Art that he wasn't trying to fuck my sexy wife? How could he be so dumb as to pass up a beautiful woman like Edith? Almost. Some guy lives with her for a few weeks and then she's single for a few weeks and then there's a new guy there. And we can always tell when she's single and when she's not because when she's not we hardly see her and if we meet her in the basement parking or the elevator or something she just nods and doesn't say much, but when she's living alone she's really chatty and she shows up at our door every now and then, to borrow something or ask for help with something. Like that time she showed up,. Two of themhe'd worn before. One plain, one with the former activation wordswritten across the front. Both were inert, their magic faded, just asall collars would given time. The third, on the other hand...To him, it looked and felt no different from the others. A sultry redribbon with the letters S.L.U.T. emblazoned across the front, butnothing obviously mystical or magical about it. A woman would havebeen able to tell, she'd know at a glance which was a Collar, andwhich a mere strip of. By that time she was struggling violently but uselessly. He seemed to be calling her Jane and abusing her for leaving him.He brought a large tray trolley from the dining room and rolled Sophie’s bound body on to it. He wheeled it through into the kitchen. In there he lowered a drying frame from the high ceiling and d****d her body across it, securing her shoulders, arms and waist to it so that her hips and legs were dangling. He hauled the drying frame upwards until Sophie’s hips were at the.