Sort of.And he did break. He spilled his guts. OK, we all spilled our guts, about lusting after each other's wives and how hot they all were and how w... had hatched this plan to have a little fun and work on some fantasies. We tried to make it sound harmless, but she zeroed in on the main point."You mean my husband left me here knowing you guys were going to hit on me?" She sounded both incredulous and pissed off."It wasn't supposed to be anything more than a little grab-assing," moaned Brad."I. It was lucky she didn't stop; he might have fumbled with them for ages trying to get them on to see who it was.Amy disappeared around the corner into the bathroom and Spike turned back around to face Bob with eyes wide and jaw open. "Bullshit!" he grinned."What?" Bob laughed at the surprise and amusement on his new friend's face. "I met her today in town." Please tell me she's here with a friend," Spike implored with mock seriousness."Who? Amy? How should I know," Bob said with a wave of his. All the hands engulfed her and I could see people shouting and cheering and yelling to strip her. A group of people held her still for a moment. Suspended in the air by her waist (securing her by her belt above her ass and hoisting her face up into the air). A bunch of hands, probably 20 or more clawed at her jeans. The tears in them gave way easily. It was weird, I could see them being torn from her ankles up. The denim slowly disappeared. Pieces of torn shredded denim were held like trophy. A voice she could feel touching her brain, reverberating through her mind. ‘Miss Davenshaw, you are now in a state of supreme relaxation.’ The voice that addressed her permeated her mind. It was her mind. ‘The only thing you are aware of is this relaxation. And the sound of my voice.’ Relaxation. This voice. Your voice. The Universe. ‘You trust this voice. Your mind is open to all the suggestions of my voice.’ Edmund didn’t need her to repeat his suggestions. He could tell, he just knew from.