I need to go too.” I replied and started to walk into the restroom.“No. Not yet. You can pee later. Wait here like I told you.”I stopped and lea...ed against the wall as she entered the restroom. How far had I fallen? Not even allowed to pee without permission. I remembered what happened last night. I was made to hold my pee in, but released it in front of Ms. Connor, Tissues and the cheerleaders when they were tickling me. It was so humiliating. I shivered thinking about walking the mall. It was obviously Lisa’s bedroom, quite big, and the middle of the room was taken up by a huge four poster bed made of stainless steel. The walls were adorned with sliding doors made of steel and milky-white glass, giving the room a Japanese feel. But what made Helen’s breath hitch was the girl on the bed. Jen was lying there, naked and with her wrists in manacles, her arms bound to the head of the bed, her knees bent all the way and straps running around her thighs and ankles holding them. The cold tiles of the hallway leading to the kitchen reminded me that I had not put any shoes on to rush out. I placed the package on the counter in her kitchen, and turned to leave."Don't suppose you'd stay for a coffee?" she asked. "Been a lonely day and I could use some company."My girlfriend wasn't due back for a few hours, so I said '"Sure."She smiled, that warm, winning smile and set to making a coffee. We sat for a while chatting and laughing, and it was a very pleasant change from the. Some of those boys were so shot up they looked like bloody Swiss cheese getting ready to turn moldy. The stink was overpowering and we all got out of that area as quickly as possible. It purely wasn’t typical of the enemy in the manner of taking care of the dead. Most of the front line units had lots of darkies to do the shoveling to bury the unfortunate dead and horses were generally cut up and cast into the forest to let the scavengers eat their fill. The smell alone was enough to make most.