Aiden smiled as I entered. I was still wearing the football shirt but with nothing on my bottom half revealing my naked, slender legs. My face was bar..., showing off its natural ivory glow in the candlelight. My red hair was loose flowing down to my shoulders, no longer in the short ponytail I had it tied in before. Aiden, having stripped down to his boxers, stared at me as he lay there on the bed and patted it at the side of him for a signal for me to join him. I placed down the candle and sat. Hetold me I looked a bit sick too. He took me home and as soon as he leftI took off my clothes and put the suit on again. I looked in the mirrorand now I could see that my waist was smaller and my butt and hips werewider. I marked the wall again and I was now down to sixty seven and ahalf inches. I didn't bother putting anything on over the suit. I feltlike I just wanted to die.I sat silently for hours wondering what I could do. I fell asleep andwhen I woke up I took off the suit and got into. ’ I backed the car out around his. While he slid into the driver’s seat, I gave him directions to take us down the mountain. ‘We are we going?’ ‘I want to go down to the Center City Shelter. Just turn left at the bottom of the hill.’ ‘Why are we going there?’ ‘My restaurants always roast thirty turkeys and bake ten whole hams for them on Thanksgiving morning. I just want to make sure they’re on track and have what they need to get the job done.’ ‘You do that every year.’ ‘Yeah. My dad. Yes, he did experiment with all kinds of methods of causing pain to make captives cooperate, but he still favored his own combination of whips that had proven so effective. It was almost by chance that Chang found whipping to be the most psychologically fearsome as well as physically painful method of torture, and therefore to him, the most pleasurable. On an assignment in his own country, years ago, the small electric generator he had been using to heat the soldering irons failed at a critical.
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