I managed to get Wayne home by taking back roads so as to avoid any potential license checks. I wasn't sloppy drunk, but I didn't want to risk getting...arrested. Once we made it there, I decided to crash with him. I poured two glasses of his decent bourbon and we went to the living room. Wayne, to my lack of surprise, muttered some more about his ex and then passed out on the couch, his drink untouched on the coffee table before him. I was wide awake and not planning to go anywhere, so I. Sure, I had on more than one occasion admired the way she looked in some of the clothing she wore, and had indeed found my own mother attractive looking. But I'd never found myself thinking about her, particularly when I pleasured myself, which I very often did. Maybe it was semi normal for boys, even young men to occasionally fantasize about their mothers or sisters, but not having any, I'd never really done that, the few times those type of thoughts had actually entered my head, even hinting. In the first room, containing the rack, he wasted no time, merely ascertaining that the equipment was all working satisfactorily. The mechanism moved easily and smoothly and the cuffs locked and unlocked as they should. The electrocution circuits he could not test without a subject to torture, but the meters appeared to show that the voltage across the terminals was changing as he turned the rheostats up. A quick brushing of one electrode against another produced a small spark at low voltages,. " Attia stepped into his arms and wept over the incident.He hugged her gently letting her cry. He had a hand stroking her long flaming silky hair.He felt he could hold her like this forever. Finally she cried herself out then allowed him to hold her hand as they walked back home. It was obvious that he had fallen in love with this warrior lady."So you killed Groat's nephew, good!" Penelope smiled at her daughter proudly."I do not like killing. I know you did but I was hoping that I wouldn't.