Whatever they hadused to knock me out had left my head feeling like the aftermath of anight of Tequila slammers with the girls from the Vauxhall offic.... I wasin a small, featureless tiled white room with no windows and a singledoor. I was lying on the floor, trussed like a turkey. Above me was ashower-head. Near my feet a circular drain.While insensible, I had been very skilfully bound (or should I saymummified) with black silken rope that had left me not an inch of freeplay. My catsuit had. At first, they though maybe Thomas would not show up. However, fifteen minutes later, Thomas rang the doorbell with Katrina accompanying him.John opened the door and said, "Hello Thomas, hi Katrina, I am so glad you two decided to come tonight."Katrina winked and said, "Thanks you for inviting us."John then handed there coats to Amanda. It was apparent they were dressed to go partying. Thomas was dressed in a dark blue suit and maroon tie. Katrina was breathtaking in her sexy bulky cowl-neck. Things were peaceful around the house that day. Amy and Cindi and I were all getting along again. I did worry about them a little, as they spent a lot of time whispering together. Whenever I came close, they would stop, and then giggle. I asked them what they were up to, and got more giggles. I kept thinking of what Victoria said. I hoped she wasn't right. I didn't need more complications.I didn't see any of the other girls that day. I guess they were all with Megan at either their house or. The next morning, against Juan’s advice, I decided to gamble a little and go ahead and make the adobe bricks. If it rained while they were drying, I was only out a little time, and the experience I gained from making them would help in the future. Pulling out ten large plastic bins, I put them on the buckboard along with a new entrenching tool. A quick trip down to the canyon and I was back with the mules. I harnessed them up to the buckboard and set off to load caliche, sand, and straw for the.