The story ended with Sonya sayinggoodnight to Debbie with Ron in tow in a dress with his wrists tied up.]Once Debbie had gone, Sonya turned around and...looked at me and smiled. Iblushed. I was dressed in a summery frock with flowers on it, my lips andtoenails were a dark maroon, my ears had these pretty silver clip-on hoopsand Sonya held the other end of the rope that tied my wrists in front.She suddenly pulled me roughly, forcing me to stumble and put my boundhands on her breasts as she held me. She sat back and looked over at me innocently. "What's wrong, Jack? Something bothering you?" She smiled. Suddenly I realized the game she was playing, what she wanted me to do. At least I hoped so, because I didn't want to piss her off if I was wrong. But I forged ahead."I'll tell you what the problem is," I growled. I quickly grabbed her shoulders and bent her over, pressing her face against my crotch. "You feel that? You did that to me. Now you're gonna do something about it." She rubbed her. Beth has seen it before... why doesn't Jonas mind me seeing his wife's breasts... who the hell is Jonas?... they know me here... I have to be very careful... I have to be unseen... I have to find the answers... most of all, I have to find Beth!The more he thought about these seemingly random ideas, strangely the better Ken felt. Somehow he knew that he was about to have answers about why he felt so confused... more importantly, he was about to have answers about the whereabouts of his precious. . ?" inquired both Misty and Zack, one with a leery tone, the other with a sly grin."But you're absolutely crazy!" Miranda exclaimed meeting Zack's wide blue eyes with her own version of his hyper attitude."Hey, I'm an insane genius," he defended, hanging onto the door as Miranda swung it open and hopped out."Well, it is true that your IQ is in excess of two hundred," replied Miranda in a neutral tone as she leaned back into the truck and pulled out her clipboard."In excess of two fifty, you.