." ... how to go about it?" Angela suggested."Exactly. I've tried tying myself with clothes line but it wasn't very successful." Clothes line?" Angel... laughed. "I think we can do better than that."Joanna looked at her curiously, so she elaborated."There's a shop on the outskirts of Aylesbury that sells everything you need. It's a sex shop but it has a back room that stocks all manner of bondage paraphernalia." A sex shop?" Joanna replied, aghast. "I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to go in. I did so, and placed it on the chair in the corner, and sat back down on the side of the bed. "How was your night?"I said it had been pretty good, and tried to mention names that she might know, and how we had drunk to much for a work night. She said "It's been boring here. Just me and Mr Pinky" whereupon, she pulled down the quilt and produced a pink dildo.As I said before, she wasn't pretty and she was chubby. She was also wearing mens' flannellette pyjamas. The type with button-up top like a. Upon hearing her mention her constant pursuer in this context, and with the tones in her voice, I immediately grew concerned."He didn't try anything, did he?" I asked warily."Not unless you consider talking politics an unwelcome advance," said Evie with a slight laugh. "I spent about twenty minutes with that guy – his name is Ron Wilton – after the show today, talking about the upcoming presidential election." Got some news for you, Ev," I said with a grin. "Reagan's getting re-elected. It'll. Try and stop categorising people for the clothes they wear and start looking at the people they are. That is part of the reason I started this place, I hate stereotypes and consciously fight against them. Start thinking about the people you call friends and ask yourself would they still call you a friend if they knew that you willingly fucked your Dad and your Brother?” Debbie’s reaction said it all. You could see the fear at the thought of her friends finding out about what she had been.