Again. Again.” The cries and screams from Jolene became fainter. The nails hold her ass in place became more and more painful as her ass twisted wi...h each blow.Jolene passed out as the belt cracked over her tortured tits. Cold water poured over her head revived her.Everyone in the room was standing, yelling, screaming. The BOSS stopped the belt whipping. Laughing at her screams he slapped her face. Slapped her tits. Men from the room began crowding around her head. Cigar smoke blew in her. .. the tests are not hopeful." Tests...? I don't remember tests. In fact ... I don't remember anything. I ... I don't even remember my name." Yes, I know," I said with a feigned tone of concern. "You have amnesia ... and the tests that we've been running tell us that you will likely never recover your long term memories." I'll never remember who I was...?"I shook my head."But ... the people who know and love me ... they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will. It was like trying to grapple with cats, they were easily able to slip from my grasp and punish me with scratches, pinches and hair pulls. They were even grabbing at my thick winter clothes, ripping and pulling the fabric off my skin me. I fought as hard as I could, but they were just getting the better of me at every turn. And all the while they were screeching with deranged laughter, and taunting me in their mocking high-pitched irritating dumb blonde valley-girl voices.Before I knew it, I. She did suggest that she could get ready but was told that as a speaker was coming and the room had to be opened he couldn't wait. He was not happy for he did have to go in an opposite direction to pick her up, but by the time he introduced the speaker, he had put Cathy to the back of his mind, therefore it was a surprise to have her ring up just as he was about to hit the bike tracks. She apologized and asked if he would like to come around for afternoon tea. "You will be dressed and not in.