She nodded in agreement. My breathing had slowed by the knowledge of a third person sitting on the bike. I developed cold sweat by the mixture of emot...ions that were swirling in my mind. I get vertigo at the thought of child birth yet I love little children. I gathered myself and slowly the feeling passed. We arrived in the premises after the necessary security checks. Time was 7.45 and she had to catch the 9Pm train at least. As we alighted the bike, she called on her phone to inform her. This phenomenon was proving to be a problem at the moment. Both girls were currently tied spread and hanging vertically in a bondage torture device. The girls were bound facing each other about 3 feet apart with a thin metal maniacal circling the girl’s ankles and wrists. Their wrists were pulled high above their heads. Their legs were pulled into the splits. Their bonds were set on some type of pulley apparatus where pulling down on their wrists caused their legs to be pulled tighter and vice. I decided my healthy collection of thongs would be a nice weapon to use on Dad. From the moment I got out of the shower that afternoon, I vowed to wear nothing under my clothes except those skimpy strings. I'd go braless whenever possible. My father is the smartest guy I know so I didn't want to be too overt. But I just had to find out if my suspicions were true, and at the same time tease him mercilessly. Dad did double-take when I came downstairs wearing only a long light blue t-shirt. But. Kylie had warned us that we were not supposed to touch the drinks menu. ‘I’m doing well, just not that well yet,’ was how she had put it. During the course of the dinner the restaurant staff had discovered that it was Kylie’s birthday and helped us celebrate by getting us one of the most decadent chocolate cakes that left us oohing and aahing in ecstasy. Kylie decided that she had to pay her compliments to the chef. My heart sank and I also felt a little anger at Kylie’s callous attitude till I.