Another large hose, equipped with a vacuum head, is attached to the top of the tube. This vacuums away any articles of clothing out through the top. T...e cross in the ceiling keeps the prisoner in the tube from being whisked away. A red laser sensor scans the prisoner inside the tube. This determines the size and shape of the prisoner as well as what she is wearing. The information is then fed into a computer which runs the device. All one has to do is press the “ON” button and the device is. But why? Tricia had never really considered an encounter with another woman and Monica her husband's mistress should be the last person to turn her on. The investigator was well worth the money spent though not exactly legal. Tricia had access to Steve's email, texts and phone conversations. How to use this to get revenge was the question. Her plan ended up simple and straight forward. She would set up a fancy dinner and mickey his drink. Then she would use his phone to text Monica to come over. I decided last night that she’s going to bleed me dry if I keep seeing her, so last night was it. If you want to go out with Luis, that’s fine,” I said.“He’s a sexist pig.”I had to laugh. It was the Cuban culture, where men were men and women knew their place. I made a note to myself to never say that to Cassidy now that she knew how to knock me out easily.“Does that mean I don’t have to go out with him anymore?” Cassidy asked.“You never did. I hope you know that,” I said, a little worried.“I. I lay there sobbing. I was exhausted. I was no longer the cute young virgin girl, I was a whore. I had traded him my body to stay out of jail.All the sweet attempts Kyle had made to just touch me here or there and now I had to give it all away to a big black stranger to stay out of jail.Somehow sleep swept over me, fitful at first, but exhaustion took over.It was sometime later when the phone rang. It was Sybil checking in on me. She had missed me at the soccer match—she would not have gone if.