With the result that it was my turn to be stiff, achy and cranky - very cranky.Sam suggested that she might give me a ‘rub-down’ with an ‘oily r...g’ as it were - whereupon my other half immediately announced she needed some fresh air and exercise and would take the dog for a walk.This time, the feeling of being ‘stitched’ was more than just the elephant in the room, but I decided not to resist and agreed. Trouble there may be, but actually, I just decided to give in gracefully.So Pat went out. Dan glanced in my direction and gave me a funny look. “I think it would be best if two people work on that part. Ya know, to make sure that it is really good,” I bullshitted. I needed to work with him and I was not going to let this opportunity pass. “Yea, sure that sounds good,” Dan responded as he turned back towards the meeting. He did not seem as excited as I wanted him to be, but I knew that would change soon. We agreed to meet at his dorm room that night to start planning out our part.. He brought his arm back and the whip came down across her stomach with a loud crack making her scream in pain. He repeated this process again and again. By the time he dropped the whip Callie had tears trailing down her checks and she was covered in blood. The man left the room and she tried, once again, to fight the restraints to no avail. The man returned again with a large duffle bag. She started to beg him to let her go, that she wouldnt tell anyone. He just laughed and set the bag he was. He had gotten a sick thrill out of it. Jeez, he complained to himself. What kind of pervert was he anyway? Thinking that way about his mother.Trying to think about something else. Anything else but that, he watched the snow coming down harder and harder. They were really lucky to find a motel before it got any worse, he thought.Were they going to have to stay in the same room? Of, course they would, but they would each have a bed of their own. Still, it would feel funny, sleeping in the same.