This made me furious. But since I couldn't express my fury, it made me feel weak and impotent. In some ways, Richard was worse than Stephanie because...I viewed him as a rival for my wife. Sadly, he had the inside track. He knew this too and he did little things to guarantee his position. One night, as Richard and Stephanie sat on the couch making out, I accidentally dropped some pink nail polish on his sock - it's an honest mistake when you have one inch oval nails. He didn't see it that way. She wasn’t sure she could do this. “It pleases me to watch you touch yourself,” he said when he saw her hesitate. “It makes me want to touch you all the more.” Another shiver raced up her back as her fingers combed through her pubic hair. She felt embarrassed and naughty at the same time. She continued to stroke her pubic hair as she tried to imagine herself as he saw her from the couch. Another small shiver worked its way through her as she thought about this little scene. Though she had. Each prisoner was additionally locked into his seat at his hands and at his feet. They were not going anywhere.Hank drove the bus to the airport with eight cars leading and following. At the airport, the gate to drive onto the field was already open with armed soldiers standing in rows waiting for us. We brought the prisoners out one at a time and turned them over. Each man was accompanied by a copy of what was known about him and a translation of his interrogation. We cautioned the soldiers. He had to subdue her before the fun and games could begin. Then she would cry for him nonstop. The next thing to emerge from his pocket was the chain that he attached to her handcuffs and then to her collar, essentially insuring that her hands and arms would be going nowhere. The last thing was the blind fold, which slipped over her head and eyes blacking out her sense of sight. This often freaked the victim out the most, but this one didn’t flinch at all. Being thrust into a world of.