"They call you Heather?" There was a sprig of heather wrapped up in my blanket," she said."Do you like it?" I still have the sprig," she opened a litt...e bible and there it was, a pressed sprig of heather between the pages. "This is the only thing that's mine. Even these clothes belong to the people where I was living. My foster mother turned me out when her son got me pregnant." There's nothing you need from home?" It's not home ... it's a shelter. They told me my baby died." David?" Yes?" Fire. Petal was nearly twice Sheila's age of forty years, but neither of them looked much older than a thirty year old might even though Petal had only been able to benefit from modern life-extending medicine at a rather later age than had Sheila.Petal was the nearest thing Sheila had to a close friend on the Space Ship Intrepid. Sheila always kept a distance from the men on the space ship. She didn't want to be party to the frivolous love affairs that so many other crew members indulged in. Perhaps. It was right out of a nightmare. An eerie glow emanated from it.It pained and yet thrilled him to know that the contraption came right out the fevered mind of his wife Nora.She was capable of such odd tastes. She was the only woman he knew that would've ever had the nerve to bring a thing like this to life.She must have been in terrible pain, both physically and mentally from the brute piercing her and the guilt that pulsed through her.Franklin Barker knew that he was responsible for that. Then put all the remotes in their places by her chair where she would like them. The remotes were labeled: Bullet, Pussy, Ass, and then just a cute but kind of naughty smiley on the other. This was the second remote for the height adjustments and also had an unknown button on it. Mounting all the shackles in place, I opened them then placed the keys over by his chair as well. Then, I got the cock gag out and put it in place on the wall so that it just needed lifted and fastened into place..