"Those fuckers out there just might be crazier'n your Aunt Martha." I was sure as hell certain they weren't fans of ours, not by a long shot.Well, my ...reat plan fell flat on its ass just as soon as we were out the back door. Someone had knocked out the big floodlights which usually went on at dark and off again at sunup. "Oh shit." I said and stepped down off the rear loading dock. It was darker than your ex-mother in law's heart out there. The moon was hiding behind a big cloud and all we. I live alone in the city. I was fortunate to get a two bedroom apartment in a rent stabilized building a few years ago. At 24 years old and single, it was a real luxury to have this much room. The rooms are kind of small but, I have my own bedroom and my sister uses the other. I know, I said I live alone, I do. My sister and I are close, real close. In fact, we share everything, including the same body.I should explain that I feel like I lead a schizophrenic life. Most of the time I'm. My ankles were then cinched tightlytogether. They then fitted my arms into similar white satin sheathswhich looked like a single long white glove. My arms and hands fittedinto the separate compartments of the glove and the material went upover my shoulders. My wrists were then cuffed together with the attachedwhite leather strap!The ladies then zipped the little zippers that ran up the leg and armopenings then each took a measure of the white silk cord and beganlacing the eyelets at the back of. When the women were put up, they were even more surprised that she bought the first one to be auctioned, a sorry looking older woman incongruously called Violetta, who had obviously led a hard life on Earth and whose stringy body, drooping breasts, and dismal cunt almost hidden below a sagging belly, offered little prospect of pleasure to any customers she might find."The woman's mad," suggested Karl to Bernard who was sitting next to him, "nobody will pay to use any of those three." She isn't.