This was not a house, this was a fortress. Two of the guys behind me were carrying guns, and then there was one guy with a cane and another one with a...whip. Like, was I in a shape to attack anyone? There were two people sitting by a table in the shadow of a tree with drinks in front of them. One was the older guy who had come into the basement, yelling, some time ago. The other was a smirking Carl. No surprise, there.They used the cane and whip to make me stop a few meters from the table. A hit. Maybe it was a crossed wire or something? Or was there something else... ?" No, no,... nothing. I guess I did drop the phone though. Maybe just that."He said nothing for a moment or two, then said, "OK, well, no matter. Be home mid afternoon then. Bye. Love you." Yes, me too." I mumbled, and hung up the phone.I lay back on the bed for another few minutes. But the phone rang again and I considered not answering. But then, I decided it was time to return to normalcy and picked it up."Hi, it's me.. Moni l?chelte noch, als sie sein grossesGlied hochhielt. Na, den wird er wohl nie wieder gebrauchen k?nnen undlegte ihn in eine grosse benutzte Monatsbinde von B?rbel, wor?ber siedann ein enges Monatsh?schen aus Gummi zog. Nun wurde er in ein altesbilliges Mieder mit Strumpfhaltern gezw?ngt und mit Straps-St?tzstr?mpfen "versorgt". Dann legten sie ihm grosse Titten aus Silikonin seine K?rbchen und zogen ihm eine altmodische Schleifenbluse ausPolyester dar?ber. Jetzt folgte ein grosser weiter. I pointed toward the floor and said, ‘I .…’ I really wasn’t in the mood to name it or finish the sentence. Jeff said, ‘I’ve got it,’ when I pointed. That was fine with me. I felt sick again and I just wanted to get back into bed. Jeff brought me a glass of ginger ale and my placebo. The episode had taken enough out of me that I slept until dinner. When I awoke, I felt better and worse. My aches had subsided. I still had a fever. My skin was sensitive but it no longer hurt. The nausea was gone.