My legs spread and tied tightly to the cold metal bed frame. The ropes between my thighs resting against my lips grow moist. Abandoned, alone in a dar... room. Vulnerable in a position meant to welcome only Him.I moan, I twist, I turn. Relentlessly I strive for freedom. With each pull the knots between my legs tighten, pulling on my pussy lips making them damper and hungry for Him. A silk handkerchief wrapped tightly around my eyes make it impossible to see. Darkness surrounds. Wait, I hear a. . a vaporizer, ventilator, and inhaler.This particular package would allow hospital-like applications of a nitrous oxide / ether mix. Laughing gas to relax a subject; ether to knock him out. Or her.It’s interesting what you can pick up, learn, when you listen instead of talk. Now the act, the very idea, of not talking is unnatural. At least to me. But sometimes I forget. Like when Gertie had a footnote conversation with me on Bitcoin. Not that I’ll ever invest in it — balancing my checkbook is. "You're late," she said sternly but then smiled. She was wearing a yellow sweater that was cut low in the front and a short dark skirt. It looked very professional except that she wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through. Her legs were crossed, revealing more of her thigh than was appropriate for a doctor as well."Sorry, the traffic was horrible," he lied. He walked over and stood in front of the seated woman.She looked up at him with a question on her face.Without saying a. But, I guess, not for a man in prison, who has no reason for being in prison. Things don’t change for prisoners, not ever.”“Mom, the name thing. I just had an idea. It’s maybe crazy, and it might be too late. But it is an idea, a logical idea,” she said.“Lay it on me because I’m out of ideas,” said Lea.“Well, Dad, I mean your husband would have to be onboard with it. I would never do it if Dad was against it. But, on purely logical grounds it might work,” she said. “I could change my name,.