We geeks may be backward where women are concerned but we are not dumb. I look back at the last Fantasy Weekend and the safe word doesn’t add up. Ne...ver before had I been given a safe word; plus for once Chris was not there. If I had used the safe word “nigger” to those vicious black ex-criminals, I may have been castrated. Is that what Chris intended—to turn me into a woman.Women can be so devious. Did I sense a moment of disappointment when Chris returned and I was okay? If so she hid it well.. ? Heshowed it to her and she moaned and cried knowing its intention.? He then slid a piece of wood studded withexposed nails under her arched back.? ?Your choice slut, fast or slow?? he asked. She knew that if she said fast, she would fall hard on thebed of nails.? If she said slow the pain would be prolonged but her whipped back wouldbe spared. ?Slow please? she cried. He took the blade of the knife and slowly began to removeher nipples one at a time.? The pain wasunbearable and she finally. ?Ouuuccchhh! Fuck! Fuckin' can't take a joke!" I quickly shut my mouth but the words were out, hanging in the air between us. The room went suddenly still.After an interminable moment, you took a step. I winced as I pictured what that remark would cost me. You walked swiftly around the couch and put your face to mine, so close that our noses almost touched. I could feel your hot breath on my cheek but I kept my eyelids lowered. Then you spoke, haltingly,"WHAT - WAS - THAT?" Your voice was. I felt a rush, something that I could not describe. I decided to inch my leg back towards his knee. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. Our legs touched. This time, I kept my leg still, letting it rest against his knee. He didn’t bother moving his leg either. I was lost in my thoughts as the incredible rush returned and excited me.Suddenly, the professor asked me a question. “So Nina, based on this, can you explain the primary mandates that central banks have and the tools at their disposal to fulfill these.