I don't know your name." Brian Steadman."Victoria held out her hand. "How do you do, Mr Steadman."He took her hand looking slightly nonplussed."Mr Ste...dman, I feel sure you've read the notes that Wing-Commander Stephens wrote." Yes, of course." In them I believe he mentioned neurasthenia." Yes." What is the best care for it?" Frankly, Mrs Bowers, I don't know. I'm an orthopaedic surgeon and know little of psychiatric matters." Thank you for being honest with me. Wing-Commander Stephens said. She stood up and turned around wearing a smile on her face. “Umm no…there is no husband, alright? I just got out of the marriage a little while ago so there is not a husband.” It’s just me, only me, she thought. They began the work later that morning and with joy she watched them, mainly Jerrod, as he and the rest of them did their thing. They were good. He was good too she thought as she offered to bring them water, and any food they might have wanted, and at the end of the day she even. He sounded like he was enjoying his new role as captor and torturer. He stepped around and showed me the altered cattle prod he held. Two wires ran from the handle to an unseen power source behind me. He put the other end against my chest and pushed the button.I wrenched against the ropes as yet again I was thrown into a world of nauseating pain. They all waited until I had recovered enough to comprehend their taunts before continuing."You don't look like a badass now tough guy." Mr. Pewbes was. So, Abby decided to help his teenage boyfriend to get a little treat.“Jeff likes to see our panties because he is a boy and guys love seeing girl’s panties. I like showing him my panties because it makes him happy so he will always love me and buy stuffs for me too,” said Abby.“Really? Are you sure?” asked Charlotte, still in disbelief.“Well, really. Look at this!” said Abby while lifting her school pinafore up to her tummy to show Charlotte her white cotton panties with light pink scallop-edge.