14. I will willingly submit to any medical procedures deemed necessary by my Mistress.15. I agree that my failure to follow any of the above rules wil... constitute failure on my part to fulfill my part of the contract and my Mistress may punish me in any way she deems appropriate. After I read and re-read the list several times she asked if I agreed. I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring to but she wouldn't tell me. Her only response was that surprise would add to the. Bear was so busy with Fox that it was up to me to provide the early stages of defense. I had both my club and my tomahawk at my waist, so there was no problem getting them into action. I held the club in my left hand because of the damage to my arm—less finesse is needed for the club than for the tomahawk, so I figured that this was my better choice.One of the attackers rushed at me while the other two went after Bear and Fox. I did not stand idly by waiting for my attacker to reach me. I knew. " What? You talked to your brothers. What about talking to me? I'm in love with you and am not going to give up that easily. I'll be here four times a week for therapy and thought we could have lunch together. All I'm asking is for you to have lunch with me." Bill, it won't work out between us, I'm sorry," she said as she walked away.I didn't see her my first two days of therapy. I looked around and figured she was doing her best to avoid seeing me. On my third trip to therapy I spotted her in. I realised that she was looking up at me from beneath her eyelids. Okay, I'm tall, but not that tall. This was the sort of "I'm so shy" gaze that I'd only seen before in movies. It was an attractive gesture, and teasing, but it wasn't manipulative. It seemed honest.It also encouraged eye contact, allowing me to study her face with some frankness without appearing to be rude.Her hair was still a mess, even though she'd swept it back where it belonged. This made her seem somewhat in disarray, as.