.. I feel somethingwrap itself round me... I try to get out of it, but it is everywhere...it closes round me... and suddenly, I am being drawn off... ...I slowlyfloat off the wood... moving... then the thing sinks into me... theworld spins... changes... and I am...On dry land. In a room. A huge stone room. Before me is this tall,sinewy female... with this sharp strong face."Yes. You will do very nicely. I looked for a man to be the body for mynew creation... Rejoice, male, I know your tale has. By thetime she came into the bedroom, I was naked.She smiled oddly and said, "That's a good slave."Reaching behind the bed, she pulled out the restraints I had madeseveral years ago, consisting of leather cuffs connected by seat beltmaterial. Humming softly, she fastened me to the bedposts so I stoodfacing the bed with my arms spread-eagled. Next she got a roll of ducttape and taped my ankles together. She then took some strips of thatduct tape and taped my chest meat into small, but very real. It’s not as if you weren’t drinking when you were eighteen.”“Just caught me off-guard,” I said, and chuckled. She was offering, so I headed to the fridge and grabbed myself a bottle. There were only three bottles left in the 12-pack. Not my brand, but beggars can’t be choosers.Holly scooted over closer to the redhead and patted the couch cushion next to her. “How was it?” she asked.I sat down heavily and opened my beer. “Not as bad as I expected. Mom made dumplings.”Holly made the strangest -. Anyway,” [it was time to change the subject] “you talk about being in your Maman’s stomach. Have I ever told you about the time you were here when still in your Maman’s stomach?” Kate didn’t like ‘stomach’ for ‘belly,’ but Jeanette had obviously made the choice, and this was Jeanette’s child, not hers. For that matter, it was Jeanette’s belly.“No?” Memere was going to tell her. Cat’s vocabulary, which included ‘portcullis,’ didn’t include ‘rhetorical question.’ Living with her father, though,.