Unless you counted running more liquid down my leg.Finishing my dinner I took another bath this time paying more attention to my breasts. After almost... falling off my feet I hurried to finish, then sat to read again. Suddenly it hit me, a solicitor? It had been a long time since I had heard a lawyer called that. Just who in the hell was this man, why did he use such old terms?Obviously the man was playing some game with me or something else was going on. I was tending to lean toward the first. . One hundred thirty-five dollars ... a day ... every day. You guys think I’m gonna pass that up? And there’s TWO of them ... the little one pays Ninety-one bucks a day ... and she’s never bounced a check,” that got a glare and some guilty looks, “ ... besides the money ... that’s the most decorative bunch of women that ever graced a beach ... and they choose to tan on board in MY marina ... Wild Weasel suits they call ‘em. Next to nothing I call ‘em. No! I won’t move ‘em. I hope they stay all. Mandi put a short 10" chain in between my ankle cuffs, effectively shackling my legs. Still gagged, my jaws were beyond the point of aching now, and actually didn't even hurt anymore. They didn't exactly give me a chance to escape or disobey them as Mandi simply took me by the upper arm and led me through the house to the garage where I was placed into the back seat of their van. Sure enough the windows were darkly tinted so nobody was going to be able to see me in their van. She belted me. " Perhaps so, but you are still alive, to feel pain. Tell me what Iwant to know." She squeezed one broken foot, and Heatherfainted again.Heather awoke to find that the halberd to which her ankles werebound was now raised hanging from an overhead beam, hersplayed legs displaying her female parts, turned upward for thechatelaine and her men to view as closely as they wished. Herthumbs had been detached from the overhead hook, and her wristtied behind her back. The weight of her torso was.