However, I said nothing.Sharon gave Debbie a pen and some paper and told her to copy down somenumbers. Sharon then measured my chest, my waist, my hi...s, the lengthfrom my waist to halfway down my thigh, my legs, and my foot. I had noidea what she was up to. Debbie was busy copying down the measurements.Sharon reported to me, "You're a little big in some places, but we canwork on that. You'll do, though." Sharon and Debbie giggled, beingvery pleased with themselves.Then the girls went back. . let's just try to get through the day." I want it over with," Becky said forlornly. "I want to s-save my sister." I know, Becky. We will. Really, once you get the person away from the victim for just a few seconds, it disrupts the process and the aura vanishes."Becky nodded but did not look the least comforted by this."Um, all right. We'll meet back here after school. Oh, and this time, I have a different number for you to call when you're done." She handed out some slips of paper. "This is. " Holding you by your wrists, he begins dragging you over towards a low metal bench. The smooth stone floor feels cool against your reddened, stinging skin.He bends you unceremoniously over the bench, securing your manacles to an eye bolt set in the far end, stretching your upper body across the cold metal, facing in towards the center of the room. Your ass hangs off the end, your caged cock dangling heavily between your legs. You can see Kayla circling round behind you. You feel a tugging on. Pushing herself closer and closer, her intensity building, until her scent was released and until her song rose on the air struck silent by the illicit beauty, I watched her, no, heard her commune with the spirits of ecstasy and her husband.Then tears fell.After what seemed like an age, she returned along the pathway. I was torn between following her and going to the bench to enjoy her scent. Her scent was the magnet that day and forever will be.Sitting on the bench, I noticed the memorial.