I open the door too his bedroom, he was playing some football game called madden or something like that.Tommy was about 11-12 years old, medium length... black hair, probably weighed about 90-100 pounds with his small frame."Hi I'm Chelsea, you must be Tommy, right? I said, he paused his game and turned his head to look at me.He sat there with his eyes in awe, looking at my face until I snapped my fingers in front of his face."Hello? You there?" I said, "Oh,uh, yeah...haha, I'm Tommy " he said. I'm not really into causing pain, but I know how to use them. I lift them and test the spring tension, which is minimal, and I watch her eyes as they follow my hands. She can easily slip her hands out of the loops that she has wrapped around her wrists, but she doesn't, so I clip the clamps onto her nipples, which draws a small gasp from her. These are the only things I would consider torture devices, although there is a third that I could clip to her clit, but it's early for that. I pull each. It's over...She took a deep breath. She was about to log off ... shut down ... for the very last time. Her conscience pulled at her. She couldn't just go down to the cliff without leaving some sort of explanation for Mike, or else he'd think it was because of something he did wrong. Ruthie logged back on with the intention of going to one of the suicide websites that she had bookmarked. She remembered the webmaster had posted drafts of suicide messages ... she'd find the right draft for her. His hands were warm and strong and his touch was electric. ‘Ah, so I see. You must love your husband very much to show such loyalty. I humbly beg for your forgiveness,’ he said as he released her hand. ‘Oh, well I’m glad you understand, so if you don’t mind… ‘ Cassidy felt a moment’s relief at his apparent acquiescence, but still he stood his ground, not quite blocking her in but not truly allowing her by either. ‘So if you don’t mind I’d like to go back inside.’ Manuel smiled but still didn’t.