You really seemed to enjoy it. Do you know what I think, Gail? I think your subconscious mind is just fine. It's your conscious mind that is all fucke...d up. You just need to learn how to relax and enjoy life."That sounded almost like something my ex-husband would have said. I didn't believe my ex-husband and I didn't believe Keary.I stopped struggling and allowed Keary to pull the sheet that was my only covering free. He carefully pulled it away from my body and allowed it to fall to my sides,. The implication was obvious. His slender fingers undid the top button of her shirt and teased her delicate nerve endings. Dorothy felt like crying out, but that would alert the guard and she definitely didn’t want that. She stared smilingly as his fingers slid up and down her front, but when he tugged at the next button she stopped him. “The door,” she opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a key, “lock the door and put that radio on as well.” While he was carrying out her. .......I don't know...Then, something came over me, something very unlike my usual self.I said - you put yourself in quite the predicament here.Maybe I can help you avoid a massive break up of both your marriage and families? Her face lit up, and she said - REALLY, you'd really save our marriage by not saying anything?I said sure - but not for free, I'm going to need something in exchange.She looked at me kind of confused and skeptically - huh, what?I came out and bluntly told her - you've. "I spent the next six weeks first watching, then assisting, as this drunken net mender taught me the art of tattooing. I learned to blend pigments and alcohol, process soap fat, and finally, make my own inks.I built my own 'hammers' as Samaroc called them. The simplest of these were simply small pieces of wood with needles fastened to the ends of them. The more complex hammers were flexible pieces of bamboo with custom grips and 'tap plates', the places where you struck the hammer to make it.