Gus puts leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a leather belt with seat belt clips around my waist. He blindfolds me with a leather and fuzz blin...fold, puts a ball gag on my mouth, and puts industrial soundproof earmuffs on my ears so that all I can do is feel what's happening to me. Then, he clips my ankles into restraining rings on the chair legs, and my wrists to clips on the top of the chair arms. It's hard to stand up for long like that. THEN, here's the good part. On the underside of. She was certainly distracted about something. I asked her about it when we met one-on-one. “Melissa, is everything all right? You’ve seemed a little distracted lately.”She shook her head. “No, nothing’s wrong.”“Are you sure? I’ve been noticing you’re acting differently lately, and it’s not just me. John and Jake mentioned it also.”She reacted angrily to that. “Is that what you guys do? Gossip about me behind my back?”I held up my hands pleadingly. “Missy, you’ve known us a long time now. You. There is also a remote spring where we can sunbath naked without anyone bothering us. Most of the permanent residents are very tolerant of nudism since many practice it too.” As we headed down the road Paul asked, “Have you had anything to eat this evening?” “I have a little Diner in mind that is about 5 miles from the cabin, if you can wait about an hour?” I replied. Paul said, “That is fine with me, but I will need a little snack to tide me over till then.” As I was wondering why he. At lunch, he could see that Linda was right, because Beth had two martinis while she fixed sandwiches, a couple more during the snack, and mixed another pitcher immediately afterward. She seemed to be hurrying her drinking, or trying to drown out a vivid memory of last night's so-called dream. Whichever, Aunt Beth was well smashed by two o'clock, wobbling on her long unsteady legs and still not out of her bikini.This time, she didn't bother to make excuses and claim she was ill; Beth gave them.