After a while, we got out of the tub and went to the living room to relax. Our conversation had ironically turned to the philosophy of ethics. She was...arguing that her concepts of right and wrong were atheistic despite being loosely based on Christian morals. My rebuttal was that neither right nor wrong existed outside human thought and that the fact that she had a moral code at all was due to her socialization in a Christian environment.The conversation came to a screeching halt as we finally. . um, how to put this... their own bodily by-products." "Ha, ha, I know and isn't it gross?" "Totally! And pain and bondage. I hate the idea of someone getting off while being tied down." "To let you in on a little secret, a little play like that can be fun." Her eyes widened again, "You mean you like it?" "It's not a lifestyle, but it can be fun to try some different things. Don't knock it until you try it. Rob and I have done a little bondage. No pain, I don't like giving or receiving pain.". The homeowner was sitting on a sofa reading a magazine. Spider plants and other plants hung from heavy hooks bolted to the ceiling. "Very nice!" said Mr. Johnson. "A very cozy pub-like atmosphere." Mrs. Johnson stepped into the laundry room while Mr. Johnson explored the utility room. Gail walked over to the seller, "You must be the seller, Mr. Fredashay?" "Yes. You can call me Ben." "Has it been on the market long?" "Just this past week," he said. "A few people have. To the contrary, she had no reason to hold back. She could lie across her dining room table and suffer for as long as she wished. She did not have to prepare herself for any further cuts. She didn’t have to clear her voice to beg for mercy. She didn’t have to do anything but wallow in her overwhelming pain.Her ass was well-tenderized meat now. If she had any appetite for supper, she would eat it standing up. For the next few days, she would eat all her meals standing up. And she would sleep on.