She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly.Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. Th...ey talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas. . The next morning I woke up as usual and got the coffee started.Aunt Joan usually is right behind me and I heard her bedroom door open just after I finished pissing and was coming out of the bathroom.She ducked into the bathroom next and had her morning piss as well.Usually she watches TV in the livingroom and has coffee while I read the paper in the den.I poured us both a cup and retreated to the den and lo and behold she. No, I'm not hungry, I had dinner before I came here. Really, I'm fine." The last few times I had asked, however, she didn't respond."Ella? Ella, are you okay? Ella...?"She simply sat in the corner of a room, looking straight at the wall in front of her, unmoving, unresponsive. I turned her around, and she had a blank, vacant look in her eyes. I was starting to panic, as I thought she might be having a heart attack or something to that effect, and that's when I looked down.Her ankles. Oh God,. She could not see anything, but she trusted Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith but a collar around Hannah’s neck and put two bracelets on each leg. The bracelets were then attached to a spreader bar, so Hannah’s legs remained spreaded. To the spreader bar, a rope was attached that was then tied to the collar Hanna was wearing. The rope ran between her legs and over her stomach. Mrs. Smith started to tighten the rope, forcing Hannah’s head to get closer to her legs. She put her head on the ground, with her.