I was standing behind her but I could see her reflection in themirror and she was some old crone with a mole on her cheek and a waddle.But she was pre...ty damned tall. She was talking about, I kid you not,witches."It's a very important book," she said. "Bound in what looks likepurple alligator hide." She paused for effect. "If it falls into thewrong hands, it could be . . . disastrous! If a bad witch had access tothe spells in that book, believe me..." She trailed off and HippieDippy. A collar? It felt heavy at the front. She realized why, as the chain was let go, and fell down in front of her, its cold steel links touching her body from neck to waist. then she felt her arms being pulled. She couldn’t make out what was happening. "Oh God", then she thought, as she realized, her arms were being pulled over her head. She couldn't move. her arms were obviously tied to something on the ceiling. She felt unsteady, just able to maintain her balance on the high heels. "Mmmmm".. "Oscar, how far am I allowed go? Seriously, you sending me into a bar, dressed like this. You have told me to let men touch me. How far do you want me to take this. You need to know, I am doing this for you." "Irene, I want you to go as far as you can. I want you to push your limits tonight." I sighed and simply said, "I sure hope you know what you are doing. I hope you can handle what might happen. You need to know, this is your last chance to stop this." "Baby, you go for it tonight," was all. I, however, was finding this new carefree existence rather refreshing.Dad informed me that he would prefer me to refer to him Matt in future, as I had noticed Mark doing. Before bed I was also told about another tradition in this household. It appeared that male affection was not frowned upon. After kissing both Matt and Mark, I went to bed after brushing my teeth. The guys continued chatting another half an hour before Mark walked into our room and inquired if I was still awake. Pretending to.