There is no window. There is a high ceiling. I feel as if I am at the bottom of a deep hole.It looks like a hospital but somehow it's too quiet for a ...ospital. No noise of other patients, no sign of any visitors. None of the bustle of a hospital ward.I have woken enough to realise that I feel slightly drunk. My mouth is dry. I flop my head back on to the pillow, confused. I try to remember how I got here? What is the last thing I remember? Walking down a street in London, talking on my mobile. We watched "The Two Towers" that night.In the morning, they went to school and I went to work. I came home a little early to clean up a bit extra before picking up Laura. The girls helped and made me change my tie to one they liked better. I laughingly did so saying, "If she doesn't like it, now it will be your fault."May said, "We're not worried. She will like it."April said, "The tie is only important to us. She won't care as long as it's around your neck. She wants to see you."I smiled. His sister’s door was shut. He thought about popping in, and then couldn’t think of a reason for doing so. He left her alone. He said good night to his parents and had a functional shower before putting on a clean pair of boxers and climbing into bed. Chris dropped his head into the pillow, rolling over onto his side, his hand snaking under the pillow to support his head. It is hand encountered something it shouldn’t. He pulled it out and turned on his bedside light.“For fucks sake...” He. Real hot chick. Played with Annette and I a couple of times. She's into play-piercing big time."That got them into a discussion of BDSM clubs in the area. Ken knew of the one that he used to go to when he scened with Andrea, the woman who had fooled him into thinking she was a slave. He assumed that there were a fair number out there."Used to be," grunted Gary. "City council's been shuttin' 'em down as fast as they can find them. Hell, they've been targeting all kinds of places -- sex clubs,.