"Does that sound like something that's do-able?" For you, Buhbuhlah, anything is do-able."* * * * *"Well Marshal our favorite test subject's finally b...wed to the inevitable."Dina and Marshal were sitting cozily on the couch in her office. She had herfeet in his lap and he was absentmindedly giving her a foot massage. Theirrelationship had evolved in unexpected ways as they worked more closelytogether on their secret project."And how is that working out?" You really should see her! She's just so. “Not even a little. It’s not you at all. For me, it was that I always needed to think about what came next. I couldn’t afford to not land on my feet. Those first couple of years, my biggest fear was that I would somehow wind up on the street and be dragged back to my father and his weird-ass cult. The first night we were in New York, while Clive slept, I went on the Internet and made contingency plans for what I would do if he abandoned me there. But with you, the only reason it took me so long. “That little pill, Elena, will help you see the truth. The truth of who you are. Of what you’re for. Do you understand?”“Sure, Sir. But what is it, actually?”“Chemically, it’s a normal dose of MDMA, half tab of acid, and a gentle blend of other, eh, herbs and spices,” said Jack. The men on the couch chuckled. “Don’t worry,” said one. “We took it too.”Weeks earlier, Elena told Jack she had never explored drugs more than weed and wine. She mentioned she was curious, and Jack said he’d maybe think. ?No Mistress Anita.??Too bad, I want to. Beg me to burn your nipple, slave.?I sighed. I didn’t want to, but what choice did I have? ?Please burn my nipple, Mistress Anita.?Anita took a puff of her cigarette. ?Come on slave, you can do better than that.??Please Mistress Anita, burn my nipple with your cigarette.?Anita holds the end of her cigarette just over my nipple. I can feel the heat. She puts the tip of the cigarette on my nipple for what seems like a long time. I scream from the pain. She.