I'd go soft like a blowout and wouldn't be able to get it up for a year."She laughed, and hurried to his office. When she finished, he read the file. ...his time, she had stayed in the room with him.He turned to her and said, "I can't for the life of me understand why some men get off inflicting pain. I guess some women enjoy it, or it wouldn't be so prevalent. I'm glad you're not one of them. Come here." He had held his arms out to her, and she had happily moved into them.As Claire listened to. She looks forward to not having to heat the stove more than she must. The next stop is a flower shop where she chooses some deep pink miniature carnations. Their scent wafts to her as she tucks them into her tote. She returns to the beach for the walk home. The sun already has warmth but little wisps of morning fog still dance like ballerinas on the waters surface. Her glance is friendly as she walks past other people on the beach. A man walking toward her stops and smiles. He looks vaguely. On the second look - man, it is her. She was dancing with some friends, a bunch of worn out women, that made her glow even harder amongst them.Still a blonde, still very slim, and still dressed modestly. She caught me starring, and almost looked away, but than she flinched and raised her eyebrows.It was like she has seen her long lost brother. She yelled as a schoolgirl (funny part - she would never do that at the time she was an actual school girl), and rushed into my arms.She was tipsy, as I. After what seemed like hours, I heard Mistresses voice.Listen closely. You have an hour to figure out how to get out of your coffin. At the end of the hour if you have not gotten out there will be hell to pay…..Panic set in and I screamed and screamed. I broke out in a sweat and it felt hard to breathe. Then it hit me. Mistress was testing me. She would not kill me and she only said that there would be hell to pay. That meant that there was a way out. Think man what would MacGyver do? Ok.