He and I have talked about it. But I wondered if you thought I was some sort of freak or something?” "Honey, I didn’t think you were a ‘freak�... when we were talking the other night, and I still don’t. In fact the more I thought about it, the more I could understand how that might feel good to a guy. Does that answer your question?" "Yeah, it does. But I thought of one more," he laughed. "Okay, one more," I laughed too. "Well, you said earlier that you were… um… masturbating too. I mean when. It’s bedtime.”Several hours later, Sherry sat in the chair looking across the table at Alex. He was looking back at her. There wasn’t really anything to do. All of their current projects were basically finished.Sherry said, “We’ve had sex three times, today.”“Yeah.”“So what are we going to do now?”“We could have sex again,” Alex said, grinning.“That’ll get us to noon.”“I know.”“You’re out of thongs.”“I know.”“I’m out of thongs.”“We could go shopping for more thongs.”“That’ll keep us busy until. A wooden rod had been taped between her knees to hold them apart, and a rope kept them pressed to her chest. She had been gagged with a single strip of duct tape across her mouth. The medical examiner gave the cause of death as exsanguination, the result of vaginal bleeding caused by multiple sexual assaults over a period of six days, the time that had elapsed between her disappearance and Briggs' arrest for indecent exposure in a public park, which led to a search of his premises.Briggs sulked. He had beatout of me any of my remaining illusions of control and all of mydelusions of reality. I was his now. I was his to reshape into hisfantasy. Reshape into my fantasy. Broken there at his feet I was nowfree to be transformed into what we both wanted me to be. It was apowerful moment. I didn't realize it then but I eventually came to.Even as he untied me and dragged me over to the shower room I didn'trealize the extent of his plans or the extent of his skills inreshaping his men into.