As she continued, though, pausing only to turn the pages, her voice seemed to be a living thing; wrapping itself around me, holding me, seeping throug... my skin and into every part of my body. Something was definitely happening to me. Something wonderful. Something overwhelming.I don't think I fell asleep. Perhaps I fainted. All I know is that after some indeterminable amount of time, I opened my eyes to find myself lying flat on my back, stretched out on the carpeted floor, my arms at my sides.. I woke at again about nine that same evening. I did not feel particularly rested. There was something lurking in the back of my mind, flitting through the shadows, like a night patrol using all available cover. Somehow, I knew I didn't want to disturb that thought, so I started to tidy up again. By the time I was finished I wondered about going for another run, or going down to the J.R.C. to see the lads. I figured it was too late for a run. It would just get the blood pumping and I wouldn't be. What clinched it for the Wilsons was that Bob Roth, one of their previous participants, actually put her name forth. Bob, while one of those that praised the experience the most, had also vowed never to recommend anyone.And so Betty did her thing and convinced Rebecca to take part.Despite her fears, Rebecca found herself in front of the Wilsons' huge castle-like home at 4pm on Halloween. Betty ushered her in and took her to a room off the back of the kitchen to get her into her costume. Rebecca. Walking down the steps into the basement level, she wore a towel over her breasts, and once inside, we headed to the showers to get wet before trying out the different rooms. The bikini did not disappoint. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. We walked into a hot, dark room, nobody seemed to notice. She took a few minutes to relax, checking out the scene and watching the men and women. One girl dumped a bucket of ice cold water over her head, and the force of it exposed a nipple.