It was too hot for real pants so I threw on an old cotton dress and climbed in his car and onto the bench-like front seat. He smiled, we kissed, and t...e car pulled away from the curb, heading towards the waiting dirt lot with the giant movie screen.About half an hour into the movie, we both agreed that the plot line was terribly dry and the characters were stale. “Sheila,” he said after a few moments of silence, “I really like that dress on you.”“It’s ancient,” I replied not looking at him, “it. But you must understand that our Shina is not a kid of this era. She does not need the materialistic luxuries of life. She is special, very sensitive. Without her saying it I can say she adores you, idolises you and you are next to God for her. These type of kids need special handling and care or they could undergo mental trauma.”{Now these words were coming from a person, who herself might be no more than nine to ten years older to my daughter. She put the word maturity to shame. I somehow. . make that begged ... for her to stop.“Ohh,” she said, “did I squeeze too hard and give you a boo-boo?” she asked.But the most important thing to me was she continued to hold my hand after she stopped squeezing. I really couldn’t feel ANYTHING anymore, my fingers were numb, but it was still so nice to be holding hands with her!I made a mental note to myself to perhaps be a little more circumspect when joking with Julie!On the ride, I made sure Julie rode in the very front, beside me.We were. I could feel a lead being attached to the front of my collar, hands grabbed both of my wrists at the same time and released the chains freeing me from the two pillars. I was being guided and lead across the room to where we recently installed a leather sling suspended by four chains from the ceiling. The mouth gag straps were being undone from my hood, the gag fell out my mouth ached from being held in so tight; I moved my jaw, exercising the stiffness. I let out the word OUCH, almost.