“…I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Well, perhaps you do. Are you a full lesbian or are you bi-sexual?” he asked. I wasn’t a lesbi...n at all. Sure, I found Rochelle attractive. How couldn’t I? I had responded to her kiss. Yes, I had done that. But I still wanted a guy. God, I was just so confused. I decided to try to talk to him, open myself up. It could have also been the wine. “Well… I’m sorry,” I said, “You are going to think I’m, like, retarded or something, but I can’t keep talking. The mask was tightagainst my skin and moved as if it was my own skin. A black ball wasstuffed into my mouth and tied with a strap. I watched Jerry and Larry pull the pole up using the pulley ropesattached at the end. It stretched my arms up, but the wristrestraints kept my hands from sliding together. They stopped liftingme when my toes came up off the floor. Jerry got another pole out that had ankle restraints attached onit. They clamped my ankles into the restraints and then. He was behind it. The dark brown wood hiding him, in there, the anger and cold fury that would soon take her."I can do this," she whispered to herself and quickly knocked twice. “Enter," came the answer slowly, and she hesitated for only a second before her hand reached the handle and pushed the door open.The room wasn’t small, bigger than her own bedroom, but the bookshelves filled with books and pictures, accompanied by the oriental carpet on the floor, gave the room a smaller, almost cosy. A dog could and would chastise a child who was endangering them self or another, the dogs were protective and could usually persuade one of the striped fangers to go elsewhere, not by barking and threatening, but seemingly through diplomacy. Large areas were forbidden for hunting, being the lands of the fangers.Even so, everyone in all tribes big enough to safely hold it carried a long thin spear, almost two big people long, with a slender sharp point. Just in case a fanger was unreasonable..