Again, I try to pull my arms down. It’s with a sense of urgency and anger. I try rolling side to side to throw you off, struggling against your weig...ht and your hands on my wrists, trying to thrash my legs but the shackles don’t surrender. Tears starting to fill in my eyes and overflow onto my cheeks. Without hesitation you move off my chest and unfasten my legs. Like a rubber band pulled tight and then release I turn onto my side and coil up pulling the quilt and sheets up in front my breasts. . Hence, no cops. Everything was allowable, even public sex. Since it’s a very harsh environment, people leave their c***dren at home. It sounded freaking great. I paid my registration online and arrived late on the first day (hauling enough water for yourself for six days is a chore). I got my four person tent set up, complete with studio, and got out to wander about midnight. This was no earthy-crunchy festival, there were neon lights of all kinds for artists and performers to promote. .”Kelli giggled with delight as she rinsed through her hair. “Real shampoo ... and conditioner too!”“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven...” Perl said with a contented sigh, tilting her face up to let the hot water cascade over her.They luxuriated in the shower, washing away what felt like years of dirt. “I think the last decent shower I had was at Trixie’s,” Kelli said, stepping out of the cubicle and picking up a white fluffy towel from the heated rail. Wrapping it around herself, she. She is almost certainly at home now.” He was pushing her. Well, he thought it was about her health. She got up and got dressed. Eric dug out his church directory, and she called. Mr. Pierce answered.“May I talk to Prof. Pierce, please.”“Sure.” There was a long pause.“Carolyn Pierce speaking.”“Prof. Pierce, this is Candy -- Candy Wharton. I hate to bother you again.”“Candy ... How did you get this number?”“Eric gave it to me. I hate to bother you at home, but I have a question and you’ve helped.