The small amount of information I do have, I had to pry from the district attorney. I have not been unable to get any information from the police. I h...ve been going mad from the lack of information. I have to know, If nothing else, I have to know what is going on,’ she was as close to tears as a sophisticated woman ever gets in front of the hired help. There was a mist in her eyes. ‘If you are going to be involved, then you are going to make yourself useful,’ I said. ‘I will do anything within. Can’t we just keep this our secret?”“No, sooner or later it’d come out. Besides, I can’t keep you hidden, like I’m ashamed of you, it’s not fair to you. It’s my problem, I’ll handle it.”“So, what happens next?”“Well, like I said, I told Derrick and Dickie. Secret or no secret, one of them will tell his wife. From then on, it’s in the hands of the Busby wives. They’ll all know in a week. After that, who knows? Somebody’s going to start asking me questions. Listen, it’s not about you, either. Else said nothing and slapped me on the buttocks and pointed to the easel. Obediently, I complied and sat down on the device, face down, knees a little raised and wide apart, resting on my elbows on the two literal slats. Else and M had positioned themselves behind me. One of them put a blindfold mask over my eyes. I felt that Velcro straps were placed on my wrists and ankles. I heard the click of the snap hooks attached to the rings installed at the four ends of the side slats. A hand passed. ”Ignoring that she was squatting with one knee in the mud, she pulled off his shoe and sock. Manipulating his foot caused him to wince, but not cry out. There was no swelling or redness, and the range of motion was reasonable.“You don’t seem that much worse for wear,” she declared as she looked up, and her gaze entwined with his.There was a wistful look in his eyes, and a smile on his face. Even though her sodden top had drooped to reveal cleavage and her bikini top, his eyes were locked with.