They took my clothes from me, as well as my staff, 'to collect evidence.' Well, I had been over twenty feet away when I had blasted him with that spel..., and I doubt I had anything on me. I know my staff was clean, and I had not touched him.A few days later my status changed from suspect, to witness. Go figure. I had my clothes and staff back, and a half-assed apology. I went over what I had originally told them, and they kept asking if I had seen anything strange or out of place or someone else. Here, let me show you a picture.”Chloe tapped on her phone for a moment, then showed Hannah the screen. In the center of a remarkably small room, one made sinister through low lighting and scarred wooden flooring, there was something that looked like a low padded table. The cushioning held a shallow hollow in the shape of a spread-eagle body, and thick straps hung down like curtains on each side of the bench’s length. Manacles were chained to the bottom of each leg. Two small tables flanked the. I caress your butt while taking in the sexy view in front of me.Hold this position. I say, while I take a shower. I disappear into the bathroom and you hear short after the shower is turned on. I take my time in there. After a while you feel a little uncomfortable and you are curious about my place so you lift your head and look around a little.The shower stops and you lay down trying to find a similar position as before.I enter the room and come to you, I do notice that you have changed. "You can never forgive me. You won't even look at me." I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I will. I am looking at you, Donald. Please look at me." Your father won't let me, Ann." Donald, my father is not me. I am not my father." Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas." He'd waited for her to launch him. He pounced: "How does he introduce me, Ann? Let's see,,,oh yeah, I got it: "And Ann's power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper."She used to.