?Please Sir, please no, I'll be quiet!? ?Tch, silly bitch,? I yank on the rope where it passes between your gorgeous tits, dragging you a few i...ches across the carpet to the sound of your cry of pain. ?It's too late for silence to please me. Now I want to hear your screams.? You're a glorious sight, wriggling helplessly on the floor in front of me, your skin marked red with the shape of my palm. Your eyes are scared, yet eager, as you anticipate suffering for me. I look down at. I doubt any of us could actually order one of our subjects, the normals, to do anything they didn’t really want to do.It was much the same way with the psychic surgery. We went to the Internet and looked up detailed drawings of the human brain and then studied each others heads and brains with the feel of our hands. In the end it came down to, after much concentration, sensing a wrongness deep within the mass of tissue that was the brain and fixing it. Willing it really to heal itself.At this. Pink and throbbing. He asked me to get down and lie on my stomach. He put few pillows below my waist and brought some ropes. That was a shocker. He started tying me to bed post. When I revolted he said say the magic phrase and you are out. He said ropes are for his safety. First Timers can run away initially. I believed him. I was laying on stomach hand and legs tied to the bedpost. He asked me if I wanted to make this memorable and before I could answer he took out a handy cam and placed it on. “Well, thank you! Thank you!” says Lynn, who is genuinely flattered by the applause. She smiles at the woman in the second row whom she senses must know that the added impetus that made tonight’s set gel so well came from her. “And this must be the last one on our set. It’s a number that I, for one, will always associate with the Village Vanguard. The Bill Evans classic: Gloria’s Step!” This unscheduled third encore is for Paul’s benefit. It’s a number perfectly attuned to his virtuosity and he.