“Uncle Nick!” screamed the waitress, who went running towards Nick.The big guy roared and grabbed a carafe of coffee and swung it at her. He caugh... her on the side of the head and the carafe shattered. She went down like a sack of potatoes. Then he turned back to the young woman in the booth and grabbed for her again. She began to fight against him, but when he grabbed her arm, she cried out again and slumped in the booth. “GET UP, BITCH!”“Oh, shit!” I said, as much to myself as anyone else. I. No one here's gonna make fun of what you want." It isn't that I just want to be tied up," Sandy said, her head down. "I want to be, um, fucked, um, hard at the same time." Sandy," said Ari with some exasperation in her voice."And, I want... if it's okay and everything, I'd like it if you could have..." the rest was too quiet to hear, although Ken knew what it was."Arg!" said Arianwen, finally losing patience. "She wants you to put a ring gag in her mouth and have me pee in it."The thought, Ken. " What about cars?" I have two cars, probably worth about $80k between the two." Alright then. Well first, congrats! All of that will go a long way down here. But to transfer the money, get a visa for residency, and sell your assets we are going to need the two of you to get married." Married?" I asked."Yes, married. While you will be set up for a while, you will eventually need a little bit of income, and as a lawyer here, I can't work on your behalf in America unless you are legally married. Fran had always been protectionagainst that of course. Because of her I was travelling down a fardifferent line to Mr. Fitzgerald, filled with children and grand-children and old age pensioners day trips with my still beautiful wifethat was in stark contrast to his lonely, sad road.Now though it felt our paths were meeting in the middle and God help me,I'd never felt so alone and afraid. None of this was helped by the fact that I had been imprisoned in thismost humiliating of role-plays, stuck.