And for another few short moments, right after she'd come in from her nightmare at Marty Bondman's, she'd thought of calling Fred, of the sweet relief...that a few minutes of hearing his voice, even from so far away, would offer. But she knew he'd know something was wrong, that he would spot her anguish no matter how well she tried to conceal it. And Ginny knew he mustn't find out, not now at least; not when he was helpless to come to her side. She couldn't allow him to suffer like that--this was. She stood beside me, and with gentle fingers, stroked my wet hair and shoulders, collecting some droplets of sweat from my tanned skin."Okay, do you want to confess?"I remained silent."I thought so," she said, and turned the handle. Two notches. I moved lower on the iron spike. The tip probed deep inside my bowels while its circumference forced my anus wider. I wailed with renewed pain and humiliation. Five inches of the spike was in me. My anus was spread by two and a half inches."Oh, God!. I guess I was getting carried away.You want to dress for a business date. I guess I was thinking about howI would like to dress to go out. I wear business clothes every day so Iwant to dress up prettily when I get the chance."She carefully hung the green dress back on the rack, straightening theskirt as she slid it back between the other long dresses. Then sheturned to me and said, "We're in the wrong department. Come with me." We continued to look, but didn't find anything we liked. I. We kissedlong and deep and hard.After a few moments of our tight embraces, Mark asked, "What was it youwanted to say?" It wasn't important," I replied through my tears.He continued to hold me tightly in his arms for a few more moments. Ifelt so safe and warm and cared for nestled against his broad chest. I brushed the tears out of my eyes and said, "Let's get you something toeat before it gets too late."I suddenly regretted having prepared such a simple lunch, but Markcertainly seemed to.