I’m always afraid all this stuff is going to collapse on us,” she said, and let out a little laugh.He chuckled as he locked the door. “Want to l...ad the way?”She shook her head. “I’m already lost.”As they walked through the cluttered store floor, Brian thought he noticed something pensive in her expression. “Everything okay?”“Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered.It sounded a little forced to him.Once they passed through the double doors, she looked surprised by the bed.“I’m doing a commission. Anyway, my mistake. It’s only been a couple of weeks, actually, so I can remember every detail. It was a torture session, of course. I was alone, I don’t have a master or mistress at the moment, and my sister didn’t have time to play.So I got myself ready for a nice evening of self-torture. You see, I was lying down on my x-frame. You know what an x-frame is? Well it’s a frame shaped like an X. Duh. Mine is a nice one, padded with leather and with lots of metal rings and stuff for tying me up. “I suppose you know the invention of the rack is accredited to the British Constable John Exeter in 1447 for the torture of prisoners in the Tower of London? Although some think it’s much older - used by Catholics down the ages to extract confessions without spilling any blood”By now my vision was getting a bit blurry, but I could just make out a young Mauritian woman I assumed to be Anita, Emma and Ellie in tight white massage outfits, Justy in a shiny green dress and leather boots.Finally I. Looking for Ms. Right Fucking Now, that was it, I was going to get laid come hell or high water. I did get "laid" and hell and high water did come. I would have been better off picking up a hooker, it would have been less degrading. Oh, what the fuck, it happened, just write it down, then burn it. It was in the third bar that we were in that night, a dive with live bands on Ave B (or maybe C) on the Lower East side of Manhattan, when I heard them. They were playing in the back room, I heard.