She's quite a woman, and by changing you I've given you a fantastic woman who was clearly out of your reach." I looked at him a bit taken back. K...rsten actually was important to him, he honestly cared about her welfare. I got up and gathered my coat, "Thanks for being honest with me, even if this is your doing. I'll let you know about the surgery later. I want to sort some things out." No," he said, "thank you. Just come around anytime you feel like taking care of that itch." He. I felt completely helpless with it all on, under Mistresses control in every way.Next came the gag, personally I preferred ball gags but Mistress had for some reason chose the ring gag tonight. Again Mistress pulled it very tight to make it even more uncomfortable.Mistress then put on another latex mask over my head although this time it only had a mouth hole so that I couldn't see. It took me a while to realise why Mistress put the mask after the gag but it was so that there was no way I could. "You useless four-eyed lanky streak of shit."The insult is all the more ominous for having been spoken so quietly.Snapper decides this may not be the best time to remind him that withouthis brainwave Hart Street would have lost six-five. In fact he can thinkof only one way to escape the beating of his life.He legs it.Over Farwell Field, past the tennis courts on Garrison Point and across aTown Moor still churned up after August's carnival until he reaches themuddy lane that leads past the back. ’ Gwen told her, ‘Doesn’t she Jamie?’ I knew that she was teasing me but Monique did look very tasty and it would have been churlish not to agree. ‘Yeah, you look really great, Monique.’ I smiled. ‘Call me Mona, Jamie,’ she said with a little sexy pout. ‘All my really special friends call me Mona…’ Gwen gave me a poke in the ribs with her finger and then went over to the kettle still smiling at my discomfort. ‘Would you like toast and tea…or coffee? She asked. ‘Oh no thank you….just a glass.