Now though she realised that words would not be enough, and that only through her actions would she be able to show him how appreciative she was to ha...ve him in her life. That it included finally finding out how good of a fuck he was had little to no impact on her decision.Honest.“She's right Xander,” she told him as she turned her gaze to his direction and found him staring at her, “actions speak louder than words, and I'm gonna prove it to you.”Moving towards him slowly, she finally stood. At that point, they hadn’t found a reliable way for me to speak on a regular basis yet. I couldn’t work. Couldn’t pay enough attention to watch TV. Couldn’t write fiction. It was then I started thinking about suicide. You start asking questions. Just how bad am I willing to let it get before I say fuck it? What will living as a cripple cost my family vs living without me? Will my wife love me?I started drawing criteria. One is the ability to read. Reading makes life bearable. Aphasia hadn’t. ? Terry responds desperately to the threat of more suffering, but there is nothing she can do other than imagine it. Mack coils the thin rope around the base of her dangling left breast, listening to her bawl as he works, promising more torture. He is a master with his knots and he ties the breast off tightly, binding it strangely as Terry shakes her head, still believing she can reason him to stop with her wild protests. In no apparent rush, Mack works slowly and repeats the process on Terry’s. ?You?re going tocontrol yourself, because this is what you want?even when you don?t think youwant it, dear heart.? So he had to hold one wrist with the other. Lindy smiled and lifted the fiberglas riding crop. Basil thought desolately that if ithad ever been used on a horse, Lindy would have been jailed by the A.S.P.C.A.WHACK! Basil?s eyes closed as he commanded all of his will power to keep hishands behind his back. The sting was unfathomably painful. ?Did you like that, honey???Lindy?s voice.