'When they're not talking I'll concentrate on Anne because it's easier. She's just regained consciousness and only knows that it's pitch black and she...has a splitting headache, which of course is hardly surprising considering what she was hit with. But that's not all.''I knew it wouldn't be.''She's spreadeagled with her wrists and ankles tied and a strap around her head which is resting on a rolled up piece of cloth. She understands that being unable to move her head means that they must want. ”“I will, Mom. I really want you to meet him.”“All right, that’s a bargain.” Her mother gave Jane’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Then her expression grew thoughtful and she said, “Jane, are you sure you really feel...comfortable about...” Again she searched for the right words, finally settling for, “what you’re doing with...with Peter?”Jane felt her mother’s eyes searching hers, felt her concern. But when she asked herself the question there was no hesitation. Her voice was quiet but. I’d seen facets of all this before, usually on set, where I had watched her work from the sidelines. This was her best self.I broke work only to get fresh ingredients for dinner; Violet kept packing and cleaning while I was away. When I finally called a halt that evening, we’d accomplished twice what we had on any previous day. I felt as If I’d slid my fingers under a heavy weight, strained upwards, and finally sensed it lift and shift. I started dinner with a warm glow of achievement, only. Mike broke the long silence. "Still game to climb that rail, honey?" Oh so suave!So I need not bend down. Bending down suddenly became precious. I relinquished it with sorrow."Where would you like me, darling?" I made it sounds as though I could hardly wait to feel the thing between my legs."Can´t risc losing you overboard," Mike assured me jovially. "Fixed something special." It was simple. It was special. It was all mine. Two trestles. Between them a plank, on edge. Three feet from the.