It did not matterhow long they left me under the dryer, or what else they planned to dowith me. These three pretty hairstylists had already made my d...y.Here I was, dressed in my lingerie in front of these women, coveredwith two salon gowns and numerous salon capes, having my hair inrollers, and then being bound and gagged and punished under a hairdryer. What more could I ask for to fulfill my fantasies?Since I had no concept of time, I merely sat under the dryer. Afterawhile, I felt the. . I could... No. I had to focus. No matter what, I would not let myself in this pathetic position, I was stronger than that. I was very aware how I just passed through the first three of the five steps of Grief and Loss in record time, what if we just skipped Depression and headed right on to Acceptance? I was a woman, so what? At least I was not a giant bug like in that Kafka novel! Also, it was just a body! My mind was still that of Matthew Hunnie, a man, and men are famous for their rational. We had set up a system of getting dressed where we wouldn't look at each other and he'd make sure I was dressed before moving away from his closet. This morning I ended up glancing over my shoulder to look at his cute bum with his boxers down. I smiled to myself and continued to get dressed. He shouted "you decent?" A few moments later. I had my pants and a bra on so I said yeah. He turned around and I heard something fall. I lookedAnd spotted his lunch box open and the contents were scattered. I made up my mind, I was going to tell Alyssa myself. But first I was going to take care of Pat. They say payback is a bitch and this time I was the paymaster. No, I wasn’t going to kill him, although I had thought about it before I got control of myself. Killing Pat would solve that problem, but I wouldn’t have much of a chance saving my marriage if I was in jail for life or on death row. How I got through that weekend I have no idea but I think I hid it all from Alyssa pretty well. The one.