The hook was attached to the middle attachment of the bar. Mistress stepped back into the shadows. i could hear a ratcheting noise and i quickly rea...ized what was being done to me. my legs would be pulled over my head, into what could be (and has been) described as the "piledriver" position.when Mistress returned from the shadows, she grabbed my each of my hands, pulled up a D ring from the floor,and attached them out away from me. the back of my head, my arms, and my shoulders were all the. " More serious?" I asked in surprise."I am afraid so," he replied, "it could be anything from some tension at home, to drugs abuse..." Now look here, my son does NOT do drugs!" I protested strongly."Please Mrs Card," he said in a placating tone of voice, "I was not implying he is, just offering some of the possible reasons for a sudden drop in grades, such as Jack is displaying. Has anything changed in his home environment that may account for this?" Not that I know of." I sighed, "Could it be. He smiled at me as he approached."Sorry about that," he said. "You ready to go?"I frowned."Seth... I have to go."His smile disappeared, and he looked at me inquisitively, probably waiting for an explanation."I really am sorry," I continued. "Do you think I can call you tonight?"Seth looked thoroughly confused, but seemed to recover quickly."Okay... I mean... yeah. Is something wrong?" No," I said quickly. "I mean... I'm glad I saw you today," I added a pointed smile, and his expression seemed. I discovered that Wendy owns her own homeand is a writer who has had several articles and books published.Eventually, Wendy said that she had to go. I told her how much Ienjoyed our conversation and that I would really like to see her again,possibly for dinner whenever she was free. "Jim, I've enjoyed ourconversation as well," said Wendy, "and I would like to see you again aswell. However, before we go any further, I want to tell you somethingthat might change your mind in terms of seeing.