If he was in a hospital somewhere, she needed to find out, so she could go and feel sorry for him. She'd get the key to his apartment, to get his mail...for him or something, and have a copy made. She'd visit him every day, and take him home to finish recuperating from whatever was wrong with him. He'd see that he needed her.She picked up the phone book. It took some effort, because it weighed a lot. Turning to "Hospital" she stared at the page. It was covered with names and numbers. So was the. "Now like I said, be a good girl and you will be rewarded."With that she opened the door and pulled me inside. The room was dimly lit and very small. In the middle of it, what appeared to be a circular stage were two steel shackles on the ground anchored to the floor and two suspended from the ceiling. Crystal pulled me in, closed the door and had me stand in the middle near the shackles. I trembled. I also became aware of the blaring music which came from behind one of the walls. What was she. . ! My god I certainly have lived a sheltered life." Not for long. Now if I were you I'd be careful while you're masturbating this next story is probably a three-hanky job, and I'm not talking about using them to wipe your eyes after one of those romantic weepies you see at the pictures. It started as I finished my coffee and..."Vikki raced out of the house and headed round the corner feeling a little excited about what might be in store for her when she got to the Bingham house. She was. . I won’t keep you guessing any longer – Please welcome Halle Perry, who was previously employed here at The Arlington as Halle Burman, down in the womens bathhouse.”Whether they recognized her or not, they stood and cheered, clapping their hands and screaming, as Halle made her way to the mike.I was clapping too, and when the spotlight beamed down on her, I clapped even harder. Halle is wearing a slinky, silver dress that drags the floor, with a splits up both legs, all the way to her hips..