Incurable by normal means, that is... Time: Thursday, July 5, 2007 7 PM local timeWell, it's been an interesting vacation, and extremely hot! Paris ha... been almost as bad as Boston, but the people here are so much less prepared for the heat. Our rooms at the Chateau we're staying don't even have air conditioning. It was over 90F in the rooms last night, and with the high humidity absolutely brutal for sleeping. No problem for Melanie and me, of course. No way I could resist locking our two. When I regained my senses, I turned off the water and as I turned, I saw her standing there, completely naked – WOW! “I need to get a warm shower too. Would you mind washing my back?” I did NOT have any objections to do just that. She turned her back towards me, turned on the water on and handed me a bottle of soap. I found a sponge and added some soap to it and applied it to her neck and shoulders. “Use just your hands,” she instructed me. What a feeling, as my soapy and slippery hands. I took the few steps tothe hole and jumped out the window, falling for a little while beforespreading my wings, and soon I was soaring upwards above the city. President Iris Janice Pratt was busy in her office. She still feltawfully sad that she lost her second son to the new affliction calledMORFS, and that she hadn't been home while it happened. She cursed theday that the virus had been released on the world, and herself fortaking on the job as President. She missed her sons so much. At. " Oh, daddy," tears sprang out of her eyes, "thank you so much for your trust, I know I am only 16 but I understand your concern and I will make sure this remains a playroom."I looked around the playroom, and indeed in the wrong hands it very well could be a torture chamber. There were several metal cages, chains hanging from the ceiling, a stock, an X wooden structure, a massage table, a gynecologist table, a t bar made of wood, a padded saw horse and a saddle with a butt plug and vibrator.