She slips a cuff around his left wrist, and then a mate onto his right wrist. She bends down, and puts one onto each ankle. She stands up. ‘This way...’ she orders, and leads him over to the chair. ‘Sit.’ He does so. She bends, and secures his ankle cuffs to the chair legs. ‘See those bars?’ She points to the support bars that go from the chair arms to the seat. He nods. ‘Grab them.’ He complies. She secures his wrists to the support bars, so that his hands are resting on the outside of his. The first thing I should have done was tell him I was thinking about it, even before I went to Ms. Evans the first time. It wouldn't have been hard to get him to agree with me and then I would have had him working with me. Now it was like we were divided on the whole thing and it would be easier for Ms. Evans or Mom or anyone who wasn't 100% for it to pit us against each other.That thing about Sara and Ms. Beevers was just plain stupid, and like he said, it wasn't fair. It was just the easiest. " I told him yes, that we like to screw. He asked if she ever licked my weiner. Trying to see where this could go, I answered, "No she does not, but my friend Steve does." He looked shocked and said, "really???". I told him, "yes, it is normal for boys to do that. It feels good."After assuring him it was normal, I asked if he ever had anyone "lick you on your weiner". He said no, but he plays with himself. I told him I play with myself all the time, and asked if he wanted to see how I. Do you have a minute to show him I was telling the truth?”I kept a straight face and asked, “The truth about what, Mel?”He exclaimed, “You know damned well about what!”I responded in an innocent voice, sounding totally confused, “Mel, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now I need to get back to work.”Gary looked embarrassed and started to leave. He said, “Sorry, Dawn, I knew my leg was getting pulled.” Then he said in a highly exasperated tone of voice, “Mel, you’re an ass.”I asked.