That is when things started to go wrong. Rinsing out mytravel cup I noticed that the water was not draining out of the sink.Slow draining most of the ...ime, so I got the plunger, works most of thetime. It did not work this time, it tore itself and would not do thejob, it was supposed to fix the drainage problem.A list of things to do, I get sidetracked and forget. I needed to go toTarget about my phone, then to Lowe's and then to the Dollar Tree.Target was going to be the first stop, Consumer. Our sexual boundaries were growing with every experience. One evening after having classes that day and a common work out training session, Debbie asked if I was interested in hooking up. I almost laughed that she'd asked, being I was usually the aggressor. I said sure but where and she told me about a locker room in an adjoining building.She told me that locker room was rarely used and asked if I was interested. I said sure lets check it out. We were done with training for the day but a lot of. Natalie watched videos for a while. Then she went to her room to write, but she checked in on me every fifteen minutes or so. About 3:00 PM the kicking subsided. I still felt chilly, and my arms were covered with goosebumps, but my teeth stopped chattering and my body stopped shaking. I asked Natalie to fix me some lunch. She served me another bowl of vegetable soup and a turkey sandwich, and sat beside me to watch me eat it. "Do you like to read mystery stories?" she asked."Well," I said. Now you lay on you back bound by thick leather manacles on your wrists and ankles in a spread eagle “X” position to a large heavy wooden table carved with strange and ominous runes. The tunic you sleep in has been stripped off, leaving you in just your loin cloth.The bondage table that restrains you is well lit by a large wooden and iron chandelier that hands about five feet above you. It is the only source of light in the room, however, with the fringes of the space disappearing into.