The head surgeon believed that he could operate and give little Billy a normal head instead of a suitcase, but after much thinking he changed his mind..., saying the operation was just too dangerous. Billy's parents discussed, at great length, what to do with him. They thought about building a dungeon in the basement where they could chain him to the wall and hide him from the world. They also wondered if they could open the suitcase and somehow fold the rest of Billy into it. Then they could. How had I phrased it? I suppose I might have phrased it wrong, perhaps in an attempt to save some face. Everyone at the table was looking at me curiously, the word estrogen probably ringing in their ears. The idea of saving face completely foreign under the circumstances. The best thing I could do was get it over with fast: ?I must have made the wrong implication. I?m sorry. I?ll meet with Janet as soon as I am free, ma?am, and insure that she knows it was my idea.??Very good, girl. You. I don't want to turn this into an expose.She's modelled for Glamour photographs, I know. And not only Glamour;she's done Fetish as well. I've seen some of them. I've seen some of herBondage photos.My two favourites are taken in the same position. She's lying on herright side, her wrists and elbows tied behind her back with white rope,likewise her ankles and below her knees. A white scarf is dragged intoher mouth and knotted behind her head as a gag. In one photo she'swearing a white ribbed. Then, in a culmination of this at once sublime and humiliatingly ridiculous act, James ran his moistened tongue along the surface of the chair seat. In his mind he was not imagining his tongue rasping along the magnificence of his Mistress’s buttocks, but rather, that she could see him abasing himself in such an abject way and all because of the residual influence of her wonderfully feminine presence. If she could see him now, and know the full depth of his devotion to Her, oh how she would.