Emanuel opened her locker and began removing her outer garments. Another, older woman stood across from her, slowly undressing but her eyes remained o... Emanuel.As the woman removed her bra, she began a conversation with the younger Emanuel. "I hear you're quite the tennis player. It's Mrs. Gehringer, isn't it?"Stepping out of her dress, Emanuel said, "Yes, but its Emanuel, please, not Mrs. Gehringer." Emanuel ... what a lovely name," the woman turned toward Emanuel, presenting her with a full. He left wondering who this Debra Missling was. He found theaddress and all he saw was Behavioral Adjustment Institute. Hewondered about that but knew if he wanted to avoid a divorce he hadto go in. He entered and was surprised to see a beautiful womanabout her mid-twenties sitting at a desk. He told her his name andthat he wanted to see Debra. He was shocked when she said, "I am Debra. I have been expectingyou. Your wife called and told me all about you. She wants to helpto save your marriage.. I pushed down my fear and stretched out on the chair. It was arranged so I would lie down but my legs would dangle off the edge. I settled down, my bound wrists still trapped behind me, putting an arch to my spine, pushing my flat belly upward. I swallowed, glancing at Daddy.“May I be gagged, Daddy?” I asked, my heart beating faster. Cold pumped through my body, making me shiver. “No,” he said, giving me a look, almost pinning me in place with his strength. He understood. He wanted me to. My company had been developing a new golf course around a time-share resort complex. Golf, tennis, skeet, archery, three lakes, fishing, boating, swimming. Upscale. I'd been there two or three times a month for the last three years. It was about a three-hour drive from the office. During the last few months, the grass had taken hold, and last week, they mowed it to playing conditions for the second time. On Tuesday of last week, they cut the holes. 27 holes were almost ready to play. My boss.