“No, just a cut, though a nasty one.”“Oh! How did that happen?”“She momentarily forgot that she isn’t a chef,” the voice said with a bit... of a laugh.The laugh eased my mind some, as if it was too serious then there would be no joking; or at least that is what I presumed. Before I could respond she continued. “Tried to chop some veggies too quickly. Sorry! Should have asked. Who am I talking to? You sound a bit old to be one of her beaus.”“David Powell and sadly you’re right. You are?”“I’m Fred.. I didn’t have time – or the desire – to deal with those people out there. I would just prop them up by investing more money to ensure the shareholders saw a return and the trust was able to keep going. It wasn’t until last winter that I sat down with him and got a full accounting of what was going on out there. By that time, he was already the trustee and I couldn’t force him to relinquish the role. Believe me, I checked into that the very first thing. I knew the place was a loser without major. A ball gag ispressed into my mouth and buckled behind my head. My ankles are securedto the frame and then my wrists are released long enough to bind themto the frame as well. At this time, I am bound facing forward. Many ofthe guests come over and introduce themselves, comment on my dress,give me a little pat, or whatever and then go on their way.After about a half-hour or so, someone comes over and releases me longenough to turn me around and bind me to the frame again, this timefacing the. Andthen, one by one, he picked up each item of makeup from the cot andexpertly applied it to his face. Once he was finished putting on hismakeup, Ron turned and glared angrily at Jake."Wow! You're looking really good, Ron - even better than Donna. Didyou know that I've always wondered what Donna would like as a blond?"asked Jake. "Now I've got a chance to find out. I wish you had blondhair to middle of your back and the pretty blue eyes that go withbeing a blond."And almost instantly, Ron.