Distracting.’ He puts a ball gag in my mouth and fastens the straps. ‘One more thing…’ as I feel him stuff a set of foam earplugs in my ears. ...I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot speak. I am at his mercy.I feel him back on the bed, and he playfully slaps my ass again, and my gasp is cut off by the gag! I want to voice my indignation, but cannot! He runs his hands all over me, caressing me, a playful slap here, a slap there, he tweaks my nipples, he pops the plug in and out several times. I. It will sure be a lot easier than what I am doing now! "Soon one of her male friend's responded. "Oh honey, nothing is as bad as that, besides you can't go crazy, you're already there." Smart-ass, you take all the fun out of my pity party!”"Not really, I’m just an educated ass!" He then asked, what was troubling her. She told him the short version of her dilemma and then reached for the tissues. She also told him, that she hated crying over any man or situation. “I hate it and wished I had not. You have the right to remain silent..." Some really pissed off looking cop in a suit told me.How exactly are they going to explain to any court or judge that I had done anything to Sally Mae in the shower with my chest and legs strapped to a shower seat? What about my arms being too weak to move? Her moving me into the shower like a sack of potatoes?Someone turned off the shower and then a burly cop handcuffed my limp hands behind the back of the shower chair. Evidently the idiots didn't pay. For those not interested in extreme clothing detail,please skip ahead. Starting from the inside out, I had on a green thongthat said 'PREP' on the front in pink capital letters, and a cotton candypink bra on. Some people are surprised that I don't go for the ultra-feminine apparel, but girls don't spend all their time in skirts either.Thus, I had on a pair of camouflage-pattern capri pants with ties at thebottom of the legs and the waist. They were exploding with bronze pocketsand jangling.