.. What? About the basement?WHAT ABOUT THE BASEMENT!!!???!!! You are so dense.I don't know ... there's no door.NO DOOR?Can't find one.There's gotta be... a door! C'mon, Man ... go look!I did.GO LOOK AGAIN!!!Readers! Can't live with 'em.Instead, I went to the phone and called Detroit Wreckers."Pete. Please." David." I bought the deckhouse yesterday." I don't want a refund." I called to talk to Pete." I'll wait."Jesus, this is boring ... there ought to be something I can listen to while I'm. Even if they aretrying to get under my skin and make me mad I can't hide the excitement Ihave towards this new phone. That was at least until I finally got theSamsung box open, inside was a bright pink Hello Kitty version of thephone.All my joy and happiness left my body instantly. Here I was left staringinto the box looking at a bright pink phone with a hard plastic HelloKitty bow on it that you could not remove. It was not a phone for athirteen year old boy, not a phone for even a thirteen. Lustfully she closed her eyes; the show on the screen had lost its interest a long time ago… But her attention would have been captured by the shape mirrored in the screen, which had stalked up behind the couch, the soft clack-clacks of its high-heeled boots hidden by her moans. It wore a latex hood on its head, smooth over its face; only the blue eyes were left uncovered, highlighted by a red ring around them, along with the full red lips. A blonde ponytail came out of the top, falling down to. Once he was naked she took the bag and tossed it into a trashcan.He nearly rebelled at her next demands but she waived a copy of theterrible agreement in front of him and he knew that she knew he would dowhatever she demanded, no matter how embarrassing or degrading it mightbe.So it was that he found himself wearing a black, heavy duty, corset likeMerry Widow. She had told him what it was called. He had wrapped itaround himself and fastened it up the front. It had laces in the back butthey.