I put the phonebooks away and scribbled a note on the Post-it pad onher desk. SORRY. PLEASE ACCEPT THIS AS A PEACEOFFERING.“Oh, so now you’...;re feeling sorry for me, are you?”I whirled around to face her.“You know something, Renee? You have a serious problem.I know your life isn’t too hot, given yourcircumstances, but a lot of other people havecircumstances they would rather not have, cards dealtthem they hate having to live with. But that’s life.You either. Instantly, he said, “Mr. Austin, we’d like to keep you for a few days ... observation.” He turned to Wendy, “Mrs. Austin, would you agree to ... oh ... say ... three days?”Wendy swiftly nodded ... any harder and her head would break off.Shit!“She’s not my wife!”“How about five days?” said the doc.Wendy grinned.“Five days it is,” agreed the doc.“How about no days?” I said, as I tried to slide out of bed.Serious mistake. My foot hit the floor and I followed it.When the black turned to grey I. Their tits were young and very perky and keeping with the tight jeans they also wore shirts that were just as tight and sometimes their nipples would burst through their shirts.Working at the restaurant was great George and Tammy really liked me as much as I liked them. It wasn’t like I was going to work just going to meet some friends and help them out for a while. Later that summer the family decided to go back to Greece for a month. Tammy took the girls and left first as George waited for. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety.