. of her thin t-shirt. She walked over and sat on the other end of the couch from me. She pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled the shirt over h...r legs. She stretched the shirt down . . . so that just her manicured toes were peeking out.After a few minutes, it was pretty clear she wasn't going to volunteer to go to bed, so I told her it was time for her to “hit the hay”. She scooted across the couch and grabbed my arm. "Please let me stay up. I'm not tired or anything. Just another half. The palms of his hands were sweating and he kept wiping them off on his pants. His stomach flipped each time someone had entered the ‘green room.’ He was convinced that the moment he stepped onto the stage that he would have to go to the bathroom. His four visits to the bathroom while he was waiting, had not produced much in the way of urine.Ed was much more relaxed about waiting than Dexter was. He tried to tell Dexter a few jokes to ease the tension, but Dexter hadn’t responded to. Then they led me to this large room across a compound.Thus I find myself sitting nude on a heavy white straight chair in the middle of a large mud room somewhere in Coahuila, Mexico. My arms are taped together from wrist to elbow behind the back of the chair with several of the loops of the duct tape going through heavy rungs in the back of the chair. My legs are bound together with tape from my ankles half way up to my knees, with several loops of the tape going around the horizontal rungs in. She handed him a small glass of juice. He swallowed it, then cleared his throat several times. "Better?" she asked, delicately biting into a muffin.Then she reached out and squeezed a tiny packet of jelly onto it. She smiled and patiently watched him as he woke up, slowly munching on her 'delicious, warm, toasted muffin ... Don't you wish you had one?'Frank woke up faster as the aroma of the biscuit Tanya was breathing on him reached his nostrils. He suddenly realized that he was hungrier than.