But she called me for dinner , I had my dinner and slept in my room.Next day I woke up and eating breakfast then aunty came in to home, I was in very ...fear all the sweat is coming. she came in and talked with my mom as nothing happened. I was just relaxed.After that till one week I did not went to her house. but one day she had call my mom and told me to send me to her home as she had some work and told that uncle went for camp she need my help. after one year with fear I went to her home , she. Or not at all.” I was being obscure on purpose, throwing her off maybe.“?? I don’t get it.”“It’s called edging. Google it,” I teased.Another two hours. We were sitting down to dinner of all things. “Holy crap,” she sent, like a delayed reaction. Then, perhaps worried she had sounded harsh, she moderated, “I never knew about that. I guess it’s fun ;)?”“Yeh. Fuckin awesome.”That was all for that night, but the next day, I went down there to my spot under the house, barely getting started, and my. This again was repeated on each of the women in turn, Eleanor, Charlady, Katie, Linda, and Susie. I then stepped back to observe.As soon as the stinging sensations began all ten victims began struggling against their bonds, the tingling itch was driving them mad and their hands were tied so they could not scratch. I learnt long ago that the stinging nettles on a woman's clit was far better than any vibrator and usually lasted for twenty minutes. Eleanor was the first woman I experimented on. After my wives were asleep, I lay awake wondering what I needed to do in the next six days. I listed them in my mind, first; I needed to hire someone to help around the land claim until the house was built and the first crop in; second; I needed to draw out my design for some plow parts and get a blacksmith to make them; third; I needed to... and I drifted off to sleep.September 21- 27, 1847I met with Dr. Hood to ask him about hiring a dependable man to help around the land claim and he.