I got out of the car intending to follow Izzy inside, but she stopped me."No Ike... please. Wait here. I'll get my things and be right back." Her mood... was somber and subdued.I waited... ... and waited... ... and waited.I paced around the car. I paced up and down the driveway. I sat in the car and banged my hands on the wheel then got out, paced around and got back in again. It was nearly an hour later when Izzy emerged carrying two large gym style bags. I opened one of the back doors and tried. Once I saw her I quickly closed the door. The problem was, from what I had seen I had to look again.I was shaking as I opened her bedroom door so I could peek in. I felt fairly safe because of the way my dad had to place the bed so they could use the shelf above the closet, the door to the bedroom was behind the huge bookcase head board. With the door right next to the right side of the bed opening up the way it did I knew it was impossible to see if the door was open or not with out moving. Helping Elizabeth up, they both went inside, "It's a good thing tomorrow is Friday or I'd really be in trouble," Elizabeth said over her shoulder, "I live on the other side of town, though I didn't realize that you were this close to the office." I've been here for quite some time, it's just no one has actually realized it," Ray replied somewhat sheepishly."Then again, I have other reasons too." Ray wasn't about to reveal that he was a co-owner of the company, but wanted to remain a really,. If you want things to stop, you say red. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. Understand?" I said with a stern voice."Yes Sir," she said, her voice now timid and shaky.Pamela watched with keen interest as I began attaching the ropes to her bed that would soon hold her firmly to it. I attached a length of rope to each corner of the bed tying it securely to the legs of the bed. With that done I went back to my bag of tricks and pulled out a blindfold, a leather-covered ping pong paddle,.