"Mr. Vice President, I did some digging during the night and found a string of contracts that look benign, but all tie back to the former director of ...PA. Do you have any idea who to turn these over to?" First, why don't we dispense with Mr. Vice President and try something less ... officious, shall we?"Rick caught my drift and suggested, "How about 'Boss, ' Boss?" Not bad," I said. "Let's get some breakfast in this big bay," I said, patting my stomach, and leading the way towards the. She had obviously become even more absent-minded than in the past. That would have been fine if she didn't also get all cranky about it.Elise had always been a career woman, but I couldn't think when and how exactly she became so dull and so cold. She had become a person who was always irritable. She wasn't like that when we met or when we got married."Why don't you wear some other tights? I'm sure you have more than one," I asked."Because I don't have another of the same color!" she replied. Cheryl pulled away and stepped deeper into the room. “Let’s continue this tonight,” Cheryl said wickedly. “If we start now, we’ll be here all night. Let’s go have a few, and then see what happens.” She walked on into the small bathroom and shut the door. Marcia sighed with frustration. She slowly got herself together and put her stuff on the bed. Cheryl came out of the bathroom and walked up to Marcia. She gave a quick kiss and Marcia went off into the bathroom. Marcia freshened up and was. There was no water nozzle, no faucet or hot and cold controls.Instead, there was a rack.That's the only possible description. It was a big open square, like a huge picture frame sticking straight out from the wall. At the top were wrist cuffs. At the bottom were little shelves with ankle cuffs where I was supposed to stand-- like metal bondage flip-flops or something.||Please stand in the frame|| The speaker in the ceiling requested."The hell with that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. In.