At last Cathy fell asleep, but looking at her I realized she'd done it to me again. Instead of wearing a nightie she had gone to sleep fully dressed, ...including stockings and shoes. How she'd managed to get to sleep is anybody's guess, but I thought she had either not wanted me dressing her body or she was still giving me that feminine experience to take back with me when I left her body. This time I saw she had worn a tight black skirt that was way too short, and a white silk blouse. Merging. “Do you mind if I record our conversation?”I shook my head. “No.”She nodded, hit the button to record, and set the phone in a cup holder. She stated a few things out loud, like the date, approximate time, and our names. Then she asked, “Is it true the FBI was questioning you in regards to the disappearance of Francine James?”I should have known better than to believe she wanted to talk to me about anything else. It was too much of a coincidence that she found me right after the feds let me go.. Once they had all eaten, Frances noticed Reg checking his watch for the time, and wondered why. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and Reg jumped to his feet to answer it. Frances wondered again at this sudden activity; it was not normal for Reg to hide things from her.Reg returned with a well-dressed lady, face fully made up, and carrying a capacious business briefcase. Reg introduced her.“Ladies, This is Mrs Dawn Thyme – genuinely her name, I assure you – and she represents. Just after that, she ordered me to get ready for my punishment.Divya: Now turn around and face the wall.Me: Yes, ma’am.I turned around such that my head faced the wall, and my butt faced her. My hands were still tied to my back. She did not take any pity on me. She still did not care about removing the ropes from my hands.Divya (instructing me): I want you to do fifty situps right now in front of me.I got shell-shocked to hear this.Me (murmuring to myself): Divya, this is no school punishment..