Sandrah tried her best not to glance at the woman and did the same, keeping her tank-top tourniquet on her arm. She felt awkward and silly, but the f...re was getting large now, thanks to the driftwood, plus she was tired of being wet. They took off their shoes and socks too.Sitting in silence, they huddled close and waited.It was over for Sandrah. She or no one was winning this game now. The episode would either be re-shot or cancelled. There was no way they would ask her to re-film after. There were a good few emails in my inbox, mostly junk, but a few from old friends touching base. Plus one from Jim Saunders. “Give me a call when you can.”There being nothing else pressing, I rang immediately. Of course, Jim wasn’t available right away, but I got hold of him before lunch.“Hey, Steve! How’re ya doin’, mate?”“Pretty good, actually! I’m in the Lake District right now. Got several projects and thought I’d earned a break.”“Good. Good! What I wanted to talk to you about, though,. I kept on getting random...very faggy thoughts!"What does cum taste life?" What would it feel like to pinch my nipples" Pink is such a wonderful colour"I mean what the hell was I think, but that was the point I was not surewhat I was thinking anymore. On day fourteen I found myself manacled tothe wall again. In came the sissy fag boy followed by Margaret."Well you know the score Marcus so what is it going to be"The sissy fag boy stepped forward and offered me the pills on the tray"Why should I. "Your master? What else did your master tell you?" Michael wants to know, while the others just stare at you with open mouths and greedy eyes. "To keep garbage off the floor, to not bend my knees when I bend over, and... to keep my purse on my desk." Oh, damn, that last one you had all but forgotten about until now. "So, you don't really have to do what we tell you then? Why did you climb onto the desk when I told you to?" Why indeed? Reflex, you guess. You are so used to following orders.