. I didn't know if you had one or not," I explained as I stepped into the house. "Do you have garbage bags or something?" Maybe," the blonde girl said... "I'm making some tea. You want some?" I guess. Okay," I shrugged, kicking off my boots, and I looked around the house as we walked through it.The first thing I noticed was the smell, you know? Maybe it's just me, but everybody's house smells differently. Angie's house smelled like girls. I mean, it just smelled like flowers or something.. . call Abe." Yes mother, David? Where is your telephone?" Telephone? We use the one at the club." Why? You're paying for service ... it's part of the dock fee."He left the boat and boarded his motor yacht. My ears were abuzz as Mrs. Schuberg lightly poked and prodded in areas that would have produced serious blushes if it didn't hurt so bad. And hurt it did ... agony.In the due course of time, an older gentleman approached with his black bag ... not only did he have the accouterments of a. "Sure" I reply always willing to help a neighbour "I could pop round later this afternoon if you want" Oh, i'll be at work, got a lot on at the moment, but you could always let yourself into the garage, it's just sat in there, and Michelle will be in the house if you need anything!" he then said"Okay, no problem" I replied, and with that Paul strolled back to his car and then left for the day, a few minutes later.After doing what I had to do in my car, and then washing up and having some lunch,. There were many doors on either side, and I could hear occasional yelps and moans of pain, and my stomach became nauseous immediately.The guards pushed me along, and she opened a door and we went into a large room filled with many kinds of obscure fixtures, and a whole collection of what were apparently torture devices. I was near vomiting now and had to be handled forcefully as they shoved me onto a restraint table, and as I sat, hands still behind me,they strapped my ankles down firmly. .