Mouth open, eyes wide, just…taking in the sight of her. When she realized what she had been doing she quickly moved to correct it, straightening out...her short blue wig, and folding her hands down the front of her schoolgirl outfit. It was almost a perfect recreation of Sailor Mercury’s attire, with blue gloves and boots, and a shameless fetishistic tone that could only come out of Japanese animation. The one alteration, one that made Alice even more nervous standing there, was that the skirt. Wrist and ankle cuffsbuckled securely. Her legs spread uncomfortably wide, locked to a three footspreader bar. Her arms hoisted high over her head, held fast by a steel cableon an electric winch, pulling her into a tenuous position up on the balls ofher feet. The cold concrete floor useless in relieving the building pressure inher shoulders. A symmetrical pattern of sixteen thick needles piercing herright breast. The outside of her left breast the current object of Myattention. The slap of My. "After my initial shock had passed I drained my glass of wine, refilled it and drained half of it again and replied, "Just how much are you making now?" "Mother, it's nothing you need to worry about, I make enough to keep our family in its current lifestyle for the rest of our lives, that's all that really matters for you, is it not?" Well Cole, It would be nice to update the house a bit, some new furniture and appliances in the kitchen?" I asked, knowing that if I brought up the frivolous. ”“Don’t listen to them, Denise.” Helen said, turning to the others with a grin. “It’s nice to see someone show some proper respect for a change.”There was a moment of silence before everyone but Denise exploded into laughter.“Now I’m sorry too, Denise. These people are my family. Real kind, not crime kind. They do not show me ‘respect,’ and I won’t hold it against you if you don’t, either.”That got a smile from the girl. Soon they were able to talk, and Denise asked her first question of.