And not just the bizarre way that everyone dressed, and the disproportionately large number of people with missing fingers, tongues or other parts of ...heir body. Now that it had been drawn to her attention, she was aware of the total lack of images around her. Advertisements were in text only, and there were no signs of illustration even in shop windows. She found her way to the block of offices where she was to be interviewed by bus, which was full of people of all ages, children and old. It was distracting, to say the least. Sometimes I wonder if he realises just how much effort I put into our relationship.Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He. She had no urge to let it go. Itmade me nervous. I felt trapped. Confined, in a naughty way.I tapped it. I tugged on the lock. There was no give anywhere."It's like your dick is a little turtle,' Darla said "And the cage isit's shell. Look, it's sleeping." I think it's an armored gerbil," I said. "Robo-gerbil."Darla laughed. She looked at it from the side. She bent down to examineit."Maybe we don't want to do this," I said."Oh, stop it , Boo," Darla said. "You wanted this more than I did. . "We are broke!" Denise stormed at Harry. If we don't find some cash soon we are going to be out on the street. Harry said that they should remortgage the house. "We've done that, there is no equity left to borrow against!" was her tearful response. Harry looked at her and said "We could call Steve." Denise stopped at this and looked at her husband. Steve was the dealer that Harry bought his dope from. He was known to lend out money, but at rediculous interest rates. "What choice do we have?".