She placed a thick roll of bandage between my teeth."Do not scream, just bite on this and moan into it. Be a brave girl. I have to clamp off that prob...ematic clitty of yours."She took another clamp, and snapped it onto my clitoris."MMMMMMMMMmmmmffffff! AAAAAAA...mmmm.....aaaaa...." Good girl" She said soothingly, "Almost over - we are so brave, just a couple of stitches and it will be done."I had tears streaming down my face as she took off the labia clamps and then I watched her thread fishing. For two people it was a lot of firepower.We had been away from home for eighty days, so far north we didn’t recognize some of the trees or wildlife, when we came across a band of Mohawks, fiercesome looking people with wicked-looking weapons. Every brave carried a warclub, made from a dense wood. They had a round ball in front and a sharp point carved in the back and they were quite competent with them.After a brief consultation, they took us to their town. It was pretty large, the longhouses. Seconds later she was holding her face in her hands in shock as I had returned the favour gladly. She rushed to the telephone screeching and dialled 911 as I just stared at her. The police rushed in less than fifteen minutes later and would you believe one of them was the same guy who had dragged me out of the car less than 10 years ago. I stared at him blackly as he tried to gauge the situation and his new partner whipped out his notebook and started writing. My wife screamed and hollered her. She hadn’t told me she found a bicycle and bought a GPS watch. My breathing was labored and she was hissing. ‘Theo, the team calisthenics guideline for morning runs is seven minute miles. You aren’t even under nine. Pick it up.’ It was worse in the weight room. She had a sheet with a routine from Lyle on it, and the reps were ridiculous. ‘That’s totally inadequate, but I’m letting you off easy today, because you have to practice with Carlos and his brother this afternoon, and I bet they are.