What kind of commitment is that?" Ah, well. We will need to address that guilt problem," she told him. "Can we sit and chat for a few minutes." They m...ved to some chairs where a towel was waiting for him to sit on."First of all, Dan, why am I here? As you can probably guess, this whole idea is so strange that I laughed in Aunt Nancy's face when she first asked me. The thing is that in my business, it's easy to get in a rut. I guess that's like any profession. The women's ideas are intriguing,. “Your room?”“We’ll leave the door open if you don’t trust yourself!”“You’re the least likely person on the planet to cheat, Mik!”“That kind of thinking is what will get me into trouble,” I replied.We went into my room and I left the door partway open. I put on Who’s Last by The Who, and we sat down on the couch.“So, what has you feeling like Sonny Liston in his second fight?” Jocelyn asked.“Is that the one that was on the cover of Sports Illustrated? The one framed in your dad’s den?”“Yep.. Time for phase two. "Answer the door," I tell you. You hesitate for a moment. I lift you off of me as I say, "hurry up." I don't want to give you time to back out. You slowly walk to the door, still dressed only in a thong and heels. You reach the door and pause, unsure whether to continue or not. I say nothing. This is your last chance to back out and I can tell you're debating with yourself. The doorbell rings again and snaps you out of your thoughts. You reach for the door and, having. Like the others would later be her arms were drawn up and back and secured.The eighteen year old Nancy was to be forced now to endure a tongue clamp. The device on a short thin wire was lowered in front of her face.Her nose was pinched shut and a few jolts with a cattle prod encouraged her to stick her tongue out like a naughty schoolgirl, while the clamp was tightened on her loose tongue.The chain was slowly drawn up until Nancy's head was forced up and backwards her hair pulled painfully.