Her deep firm gaze met mine. "Come in," she said, and she closed the door behind me. On the floor were two large suitcases that had been partially emp...ied. My glance identified a well ordered collection of ropes, toys, "implements" and "objects". More were arranged on the phone and coffee tables. "My luggage was very heavy, I had to get some help carrying it in," she said mischievously as she noticed me spying the suitcases. "Undress now," she demanded. These simple words started a tumultuous. "Pick up the pace!"One guard yells at her, as he grabs her by her long frayed locks of blood-soaked hair to pull her. Her exhausted groan chokes out of her throat, as she stumbles over.Without any hesitation, the guards grab her arms and drag her back up onto her shackled feet."Please... No..."She wearily weeps, her bloodshot eyes too dried up to produce any more tears to shed, as she is marched up the creaky wooden steps of the gallows."Hang the bitch!"One snarling voice from the crowd yells. ” “That’s one way to say hello,” Mace replied cautiously. He was standing at the counter in a pair of jeans and a T shirt – no shoes. She’d picked the hottest night of the year. He’d been pouring bourbon in a glass but stopped when he heard the door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” “You already are. Want a drink?” “Yeah. Maybe that’d be good.” “You’re not gonna pitch the glass, are you?” “I’m not gonna pitch the glass.” He nodded as if he believed her. Maybe she would, maybe she. She began to shake and her voice started to spill forth with obscenities. "Fuck, Oh!, Fuck, Yes. Gawd, my cunt is being hit with a million little vibrations at once." She was holding on for dear life. I was mesmerized by what was going on in front of my eyes. June was rocking back and forth and enjoying every moment of it. Amazingly, she moved the controls higher and her language continued to be nasty and her euphoric state got larger. As I watched her on the Sybian, I lost my sense of reality..