"I thought the worst that could happen was my death..." she said in a softer tone now, "I never realized that I could become ... a slave," she whisper...d the last part. For a moment there she had sounded truly broken. I liked it when she sounded like that."What difference does it make?" I asked. I would lead her down a road of submission. Visions of Maria and Cariel on their knees in front of me danced across my mind. They would be sisters in blood and sisters in service.I would also drink that. Bill had no sympathy for Horsey after what he had heard and what had been done to Sally French, so he intended to let Horsey's manly appendages stew for a while. Bill didn't want to kill Horsey, but he did want him to suffer for as long as possible.Horsey passed out from the pain before the water began to boil, but Bill had several vials of smelling salts handy. He revived Horsey several times, and the pimp was conscious when the water began to boil. By this time, Horsey was continuously. During the next little while I continued to glance in the direction of this talented ladies window hoping to see once again her beauty displayed. Days went by, doubts availed themselves. Was this then a one off viewing, never to be repeated? Was she perhaps a visitor? Days turned into a couple of weeks and still no sighting.The days grew longer as summer settled in, time to check out the many hiking trails in and around the city. One Saturday afternoon a plan was made which saw me heading over. Norm's wife had gone back to school and she was working nights as a security guard to earn the money to pay for it. Imaging Kathy as a security guard was a major, major stretch of the imagination and we all tried to picture it until she laughingly broke down and told us that all she had to do was monitor TV screens and call the cops if she saw anything.Anyway, Norm had to stay home and watch the kids. We made the trip to Newton, got a fairly good table and settled in to enjoy ourselves. We had.