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Subject: {ASSM} The Farm - Chap. 3 (Ff+/m, Fdom, exhib, inc?)
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The Farm (Chapter 3)
By Naive, shattered_mind@Hotmail.com

        I'm not sure what I was thinking when Cindy came in. I'm not sure 
if I was thinking at all. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes 
since Amy left. But lying there tied to the table made it seem like 
forever. And, no matter what I thought of my cock wouldn't go down. It 
just sat there throbbing. Taunting me. Like it had a mind of its own.

        "Amy," Cindy stood there staring at my throbbing member, "I 
thought you said he already came."

        "He did." Amy stood there a second with a puzzled look on her 
face. "I guess I should ask Mom what's up."

        Cindy walked over to me her hands slowly creeping up my legs. Her 
fingertips, little electrodes sending shivers up my spine. Everything 
was so intense, every touch, every sound: my mind was in overdrive. I 
wanted to feel everything - to be everything. Painstakingly her fingers 
moved towards my cock. Lightly she flicked it with her finger, making it 
throb even more, to her fascination. I could hear Amy and Julie coming 
into the room, but Cindy was oblivious. All her attention was on my 
throbbing, waving member. Every flick came with a slick sticky sounding 
thwack, from the slow leak of my fluids trickling down my scrotum and 
onto her amused finger.

        Julie came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. Cindy 
stopped, looking a little embarrassed, but Julie just smiled and moved 
to her side. Taking a finger, Julie wiped some of the cum off my chest 
and looked at it. "Yep, he came all right." Smiling down at me she put 
her finger into her waiting mouth and sucked it clean. I was shocked. I 
couldn't believe she just did that. I mean I'm her nephew, but that 
didn't seem to bother her in the least. "So, I see that you're enjoying 
yourself."

        "I..." stuttering I tried to think of something to say, but what 
could I say. I mean her daughter, my cousin, had just gotten me off in 
less than ten minutes. My resolve and self-control were definitely in 
question now. How could I face them if I didn't put up more of a fight 
than I had to this point? It was starting to look bleak for me.

        "Don't worry he's fine." Julie stroked my cock a few times. "He's 
just lucky; he doesn't go down every time he comes. I've seen a few guys 
like this before, but not many." Julie smiled at me. "It looks like 
you're going to have to try harder, especially when your body doesn't 
seem to want to cooperate."

        "But, I'm really trying," I sobbed, "I don't know what to do."

        "Don't worry honey." Taking a finger Julie brushed back a tuft of 
my hair. Her eyes seem so kind as they looked into mine. "You're doing 
fine. ... You're going to be fine." Taking Amy by the arm she started 
leading her from the room. "I'll leave the rest to you Cindy." And with 
that they were gone.

        "Well Alan, I guess it's just you and me." Gently she started 
wrapping her fingers, one by one, around my member. Her soft warm 
embrace felt like nothing I'd ever felt before. Luckily my cock had stop 
throbbing, I'd gained that much control at least. My cock seemed to 
fascinate her as her hand moved in lazy circles around it.

        Though I was there in body, my mind was a million miles away. In 
all my life I'd never expected to be where I was. The feelings. The 
emotions. It was all so beyond me. But, I could still feel everything, 
and I knew where I was. I lay their detached, yet totally immersed in 
the moment. And in that moment I had time to see my tormentor, my 
goddess. Her eyes intense, yet childlike with curiosity. Moving with the 
grace of a woman, yet the child within still held - slowly slipping 
away. Her red locks were caressing her back, as she leaned over me, and 
in my mind I could still see her there in that pink bra. It was her body 
that captured my attention; it was my mystery, as mine was hers. Why she 
found me so fascinating I can't tell you. But her attention was set and 
locked between my legs, while mine moved carelessly yet diligently over 
all of her I could see. Watching her face slowly moving closer and 
closer to my beckoning member, just inches away, something inside 
beckoned me. Begged me to thrust my cock into her waiting mouth. Yet I 
couldn't, for as much as I wanted that, I wanted her to take me more: to 
claim my body, my cock, as hers. Not force her, for I wanted her to 
force me. Though, in that want I felt wrong. The thoughts were mine, yet 
weren't.

        "Alan," her eyes fell onto mine, "I want you to say that this is 
mine." Taking her thumb she slowly rubbed some of my pre-cum into and 
around the head. It was lightning: sensations wracked my whole body. If 
she had asked me anything I would've given her anything, any answer she 
wanted. It was like she was reading my mind. The funny thing was it had 
been so different with Amy, I was able to hold something back which now 
I couldn't. Cindy had me right where she wanted me, whether she knew it 
or not.

        "It..." My voice hung, dead in my throat. The words were there, 
but something or somewhere inside I still had a little pride left. Some 
fight between want and self-respect held my tongue. Looking away I 
stared at the ceiling trying to think of anything, or anyone to take me 
away from here. But, tender fingers pride away at those thoughts and 
dragged me back to there probing request. Cindy gently massaged my sac 
as her other hand laboriously worked away at my member. In her hands I 
was putty, clay waiting to take shape.

        "Come on Alan," licking her generous lips, "just say it. If you do 
I'll make this one cum you'll never forget." It was too much. I could 
feel my will caving. Nothing I could do or say was going to change the 
fact that in the end she was going to get me to do whatever she wanted. 
I had no choice, so I gave into fate.

        "It ... it's yours." My voice cracked. "It's all your Cindy. It 
belongs to you."

        "Good boy!" Cindy beamed at me. "I knew you could do it. But, now 
that it's mine I'm going to take my sweet time making your cum." The 
wicked smile that cracked her face destroyed any illusion of innocence 
she held over me. She knew just what she was doing, and now I belonged 
to her. Letting out another defeated sigh, I laid my head back waiting 
for the torture to begin. "Don't worry Alan, I promised to make this 
memorable and one of the best comes you've ever had - and I will."

        "Just do whatever you want, you're going to anyway." Closing my 
eyes and shaking my head I continued. "It's not like I can stop you."

        "Aw, don't be like that Alan." Cindy sped up the pace of her 
stroking. "I know you like this." Unbidden my body reacted to her 
movements and pace. I felt like a toy, but I'm not sure I didn't like 
it. That's what was so confusing. Did I really want to be here? Were 
these feelings really mine? All I know is at that moment, I wanted 
nothing, but for Cindy to make me cum. In that there was no turmoil, no 
question, and I knew soon she would do just that. Though her words 
struck a cord, she was right, somewhere inside I did like it. It was 
maddening not knowing how I really felt, or what was going on in my own 
head.

        True to her word Cindy was giving me an experience I wasn't soon 
to forget. Her hands were mesmerizing, and beyond any expectation. I was 
hers - mind and body. They were like magic, and soon I was to be the 
rabbit she pulled from her hat. And, as she moved over me, I knew I was 
ready to leap out of that hat at any moment. My body tensing over and 
over: balancing on the edge waiting to explode.

        That's when her grip tightened - squeezing me back. The feeling 
was intense, almost painful. It was like someone pulling the golden ring 
away just as you reached it. I was devastated, but all I could do was 
grunt and grown in protest. Never before had I been so close and had it 
ripped away. This was totally new. After a couple seconds Cindy started 
up again, just like before. Frustration took on a whole new meaning for 
me: a wanting that burned a hole so deep inside. Cindy just ignored my 
pleas and begging. Surprising how little it took to reduce me to 
begging. Reaching the edge again, I felt a need to let my juices flow 
more then ever before. That wanting flame had burst from a match to a 
torch. But again, as I felt that tense wonderful crest coming closer, 
the evil witch clamped down her claws on my helpless member. 
'AAAAHHHHHHhhhhhh ...', I wanted to scream. Clamping my teeth down I 
fought the pain, but that flame, that burning pit, just grew deeper and 
stronger.

        I'm not sure how many times Cindy brought about my crushing 
defeat, but inside I was a raging inferno. It was so bad that my body 
was shaking on it's own. All I could think of was that moment - the 
moment stolen from me over and over. Cindy was a demon and a goddess. I 
hated her and loved her at the same time. Nothing was anything - I was 
Zen with my cock: we were one (at least that's all I could think of). 
Frustration and denial were everything. So close yet so far. Tears were 
running down my cheeks here and there - it was that bad. I've never 
needed something so bad as I needed to cum right then. It was beyond 
words, just as I was beyond speaking.

        "Alan," Cindy waited until I looked up at her, "you're looking a 
bit rough there, so I'm going to get you off now." Smiling at me she 
lowered her mouth right next the tip of my cock. Puckering her lips she 
blew lightly across the top. Fire, lightning, pins and needles it was 
all of them at once. Dropping my head back I growled like a trapped 
animal. "Come on Alan. Look right here." Cindy slipped her tongue out of 
her mouth and wet her lips with just the tip. "I want you to see this." 
Opening her mouth wide she slowly lowered it over my cock. Her hot 
breath played around my tender flesh. Tentatively, her tongue touched my 
member, smooth velvet wrapping and caressing me. Sealing her mouth 
around me her tongue gently moved and writhed around me. It was heaven. 
It was Hell. In my ears I heard thunder, the floodgates washed open. A 
white-hot knife of pain and pleasure drove through my skull as I 
screamed, 'More! More!' My muscles were tense and shaking as blinding 
sensation sucked me down into that eternal abyss of darkness.

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        "Alan, are you alright?" Aunt Julie was sitting beside me looking 
a bit concerned.

        "I just had the strangest dream." Trying to sit up was a bad move. 
A wave of dizziness washed over me. But, still I had time to notice I 
was still on the table, naked. Guess it wasn't a dream.

        "Just lie still." Julie gently pushed me back flat. "I think Cindy 
got a little to adventures for your first time. You seem to have passed 
out." Cindy walked up looking totally relieved that I was awake.

        "I thought I killed you there for a second." Even through her 
smile I could still see the worry.

        "I think I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

        "Well, I think we'll let you rest for a little bit before we 
continue." Julie rubbed my chest; it was comforting even if her words 
weren't. "You just rest for a bit. You're going to be just fine."

        "Do we really have to go on?" Sighing I looked into her eyes.

        "Why are you giving up?" Julie asked a bit surprised.

        "No," shaking my head, "I'm not giving up."

        "Good!" Giving me a little wink she and Cindy left me alone.

        I'm not sure how long I laid there, but I know I fell asleep. When 
I woke, I was once again tied down to the table. Samantha was there 
beside me sitting in one of the chairs reading a magazine. Her long dark 
hair was tied back and I could see her high cheekbones and beautiful 
light caramel colored skin. An emerald glint flickered from her eyes as 
she read.

        "Anything interesting?" I asked. She jumped a little and turned to 
me wearing the most stunning little smile.

        "Nothing as interesting as what's coming up." Raising her eyebrows 
a few times, she broke out into a wonderful smile that only made her 
seem that much more attractive. Samantha wasn't what I would call my 
type, but just looking at her stirred a reaction. But, I guess it was 
too slow for her, because she reached over and started rubbing my cock. 
Out of all of them I figured her to be the most reserved, but from how 
she was acting I wasn't so sure.

        "I'm not sure I'm ready to go again." 

        But, Samantha just looked at my raging hard-on and grinned.     "Oh, I 

think your ready." Giving me a wink she started walking away. "But, I'm 
not yet. Be back in a second handsome." It was weird. That one statement 
made me feel energized. She thought I was handsome. Weird as it may seem 
that was the first time a girl about my age has told me that. Lying 
there, tied to the table again, I couldn't help wonder what they were 
going to try next. Thinking back to all those stories, I tried to 
prepare myself for anything. But really, I was sure Samantha wasn't 
going to do anything to awful. What was I worrying for? At least that's 
what I thought until she came back in wearing this tight leather outfit 
and carrying a large bag of toys.

        "Don't worry Alan," taking a pair of nipple clamps from her bag, 
"we're going to have fun." That's when I really started worrying. "Now 
this might hurt a bit." If there's ever been an understatement - that 
was it. Maybe my nipples were sensitive or maybe she put them on to 
tight, but I know they hurt like a bitch. Even though they hurt my body 
wasn't reacting that way. My dick was stone. Samantha hadn't even laid a 
finger on it and it was already leaking. Somewhere inside my mind and 
body weren't clicking. It was like they were on different wavelengths. 
"I see you like this kind of thing."

        "No," I said trying to figure things out myself, "it hurts."

        "That's not what your body's saying." Samantha giggled. "You seem 
to like this more than you think." Taking two of her fingers and running 
them down the length of my member she pulled them away covered in my 
sticky pre-cum. Boldly she shoved her fingers into her mouth sucking 
them clean of my fluids. "Mmm ... tasty!" Every second that passed I 
could see how wrong I was: Samantha only seemed quiet. Really she was 
probably the wild one. She did look really good in leather though.

        "What are you going to do to me?" Talking seemed the best way to 
stall her. I was sure she wasn't going to tell me, but it would give me 
time to adjust. And, I needed some time. Even though I'd cum recently I 
was ready to pop. Being tied down, or maybe the nipple clamps were 
really turning me on. I'll tell you this, reading and reality are two 
different things, no amount of stories could have prepared me. The thing 
was the reality wasn't what I expected. Nothing was as I expected it.

        "Oh come on Alan, where's your sense of adventure?" She said as 
she slipped on a pair of leather gloves. "Anyway you don't really want 
to know." Her evil grin made me think she might be right. It had already 
turned into a very weird and interesting day and I was only expecting it 
to get weirder. 

        Serenely, she let the cool leather of her gloves tickle my inner 
thigh. I could see she was preparing herself, and in some way I guess I 
was doing the same. Pain, pleasure, and all the rest were merging. Or, 
was it just my perception of them that was changing? Taking my cock in 
her hand she squeezed it a little as she reached down to get something 
from her bag. I was torn between watching the hand that was latched onto 
my cock or the one reaching into her bag of toys. Though her slow moving 
(now slick) leather hand held more fascination. That is until I heard 
the buzzing from her other.

        Tight within her grasp was a small vibrator. And, It scared the 
life out of me. I wasn't gay and I didn't want to be either. Pulling at 
my bonds I started to panic. She was going to use that on me and I was 
totally trapped: helpless to stop her from violating me. It was more 
than I could take.

        "Calm down Alan." Samantha tried to calm me. Putting the dildo 
down in the chair. She leaned over staring me right in the eyes. "What's 
wrong?"

        "I'm not gay. Please don't use that on me." I pleaded tears 
running free from my eyes. I'd lost all control. Even my cock had 
shriveled away in fear.

        "Alan, you have to trust me. I wasn't going to do what you think." 
Samantha's concern was written all over her face. But, it still took me 
a couple of seconds to pull it back together.

        "Then why did you have that out?" Nodding towards the chair.

        "I was just going to touch it against you dick." Samantha sighed. 
"I didn't know you were so homophobic. If I had I would've never brought 
that out." Touching my cheek she smiled. "You see I was just going to 
try to get you off quick since dinner's about ready. I would never do 
anything that you didn't want. None of us would." Reaching down Samantha 
turned the vibrator off and put it back in her bag. Slipping her gloves 
off she winked at me. "I guess we'll have to finish this later." Taking 
her bag she left.

        It wasn't long before Julie came back in, pulling a stool up 
beside me.

        "You kind of freaked Samantha out a bit, but she's okay." Placing 
a hand on my chest her smile seemed warm and protective. "I'm sorry I 
didn't know that you had a problem with vibrators or I wouldn't have let 
her use it." Pulling a little on the chain connect the nipple clamps she 
said, "Or this." I nearly leapt out of my skin. The truth be told, I'd 
actually forgotten that they were there. "Hmm, I guess I better take 
these off." Stepping down she loosened them and took them off. My 
nipples were throbbing, but my dick seemed oblivious to the pain and 
stood at full mast. "Sorry about that. So, would you like to tell me why 
the vibrator scared you so much?"

        "I guess," turning away I tried not to get choked up, "it has to 
do with when I was younger." Closing my eyes I thought back. "It was 
years ago when we'd all just moved here. Being a fat little kid I was 
picked on allot and called fagot all the time. It was hard to take and I 
couldn't fight back. So I turned all that anger and hate on those that 
made it possible for them to call me that. If there were no fagots I 
would have never had to deal with it. I had to hate someone, something, 
because it was eating away at me. And I was scared. What if they were 
right? I know that they weren't, but what if they were?" A few tears 
slipped away. I never wanted to tell anyone that, but it just came out. 
"For some reason those things are still there in me. That fear and hate. 
I don't want them but I can't get rid of them. There just part of me."

        "It's okay Alan." Putting her head on my chest, she smoothed my 
hair. "We all have baggage. Maybe sometime this weekend we can help you 
get through it, but not tonight." Standing she cupped my cheek in her 
hand. I couldn't help but nuzzle into it a little. She made me feel safe 
and loved. "I need to go finish up with dinner. But I want you to know 
that I'm looking out for you. I won't let anything you don't want to 
happen, happen. You have to trust me."

        "I do." And I meant it.

        "Good." She smiled. "I'll have the girls come in and get things 
ready for dinner."

        All the girls came in and started setting up the plates and 
silverware all around the table: kind of like I wasn't even there. Of 
course the table was really large and they had no problem fitting me, 
and all the dinner wear. Amy came in with a washcloth and towel and 
cleaned me up. I felt kind of like the turkey at a thanksgiving feast. 
Not the best feeling in the world, but at least my hard-on had vanished. 
When they were finished all the other girls had left, all accept Erica. 
Taking a ball with some straps on it from her pocket she walked over and 
looked me in the eyes. She had a wisp of a smile that didn't seem to 
touch her eyes.

        "Say ah." She said as she placed the ball over my mouth. As soon 
as I opened it she pushed the ball in and lifted my head to connect the 
straps. The ball wasn't that large, but it effectively gagged me. My 
breathing was normal at least, because I could get air through it. "Now 
lets just pretty up the table some." Taking a set of straps from her 
other pocket she started to fasten them around my cock and balls. Her 
touch alone was enough to get me on the rise but for some reason it felt 
different. Like my dick was swollen instead of just hard. Erica walked 
over to the counter and pulled a rose and a tube of something off of it. 
Walking back she showed me the rose. It looked normal though all the 
thorns had been removed. Taking the tube, which I could now see was KY 
jelly, she squeezed out a bit onto her palm. Gripping the stem she 
started to lube it up. I knew this wasn't going to be good. After she 
was content with its lubrication she took hold of my member. Then I knew 
nothing good was about to happen. I was about to start squirming when 
she tightened her grip and almost lifted me off the table by my dick. 
"Now don't move or this might hurt." My body stiffened as she touched 
the stem to my pee hole. With just a little push she had the stem inside 
me. It was such a weird feeling. Like I had to pee and couldn't. I felt 
full like never before. Little by little she pushed it further and 
further in. Something like two or three inches were now inside, which 
seemed fine to her. My cock on the other hand now seemed wired: full and 
bloated and twitching. Carefully she laid the flower down so it rested 
on my stomach. "You look wonderful now." Smiling she kissed my nose and 
cheeks as she unbuckled the gag. "You were so brave. I'm so proud of 
you." She was overjoyed for some reason. All I could hope was that she 
wasn't going to leave it there for long. As soon as the gag came away 
she planted a deep French kiss on me - my very first. Our tongues 
mingled and the flower was all but forgotten.

        "Erica! What are you doing?" Julie said as she came into the room. 
"Why is Alan still on the table?" All the other girls had come in 
looking a bit confused.

        "I thought he'd made a wonderful centerpiece for dinner, don't 
you?" Erica said all but ignoring Julie's stare.

        "You know what I wanted." Julie sneered at her.

        "Oh come on mom, he does look good there doesn't he?" Amy said 
trying to help Erica.

        "We're going to talk about this when dinner is done." Julie 
snapped as she walked over to Erica. "And what is this?" Julie lifted my 
cock so the flower rose like it was sitting in a fine vase. I gasped a 
little as she did; the flower seemed to jiggle inside me sending shocks 
of sensation through my entire body. "Oh, Alan, I'm so sorry! Does it 
hurt?"

        "Not really," blushing a little, "it just feels ... different."

        "Erica! I can't believe you did this without my permission." Julie 
towered over Erica. Her eyes were filled with a rage like I'd never seen 
before. Let me tell you, she was scary. Even Erica's smug little look 
withered under Julie's ardor.

        "Please Julie, don't." It was weird, but for some reason I wanted 
to protect her, to protect them all.

        "Alright," Julie sighed and looking from me to Erica, "I'll let 
you off this time, but we're still going to have to have a little talk." 
Gently putting the flower back where it came from, she turned to all the 
girls. "Go get washed up for dinner. Now!" With that they all scurried 
away. Turning back to me she had a curious look in her eyes. "Why did 
you stop me? You know that she shouldn't have done this, so why?"

        "I," blushing again, "didn't want them to get in trouble because 
of me."

        "Alan," shaking her head with a little disbelief, "you are 
something special." I could see that wicked smile coming back, and a 
little fire still in her eyes. "But, no one defies me. So you're going 
to have to pay the price." Taking some twine from her pocket she started 
tying it to my cock ring and then worked it through a hole in the table. 
"Tonight you will be our centerpiece." Pulling the twine taught, she 
tied it off under the table, raised my cock up again, standing the 
flower up strait. Its little rocking movements back and forth had me 
shivering with pleasure. But finally it stopped to my relief. That's 
when Julie walked over to the light switch and started the ceiling fan 
on slow. I couldn't believe she'd be so cruel. For some reason though, 
it just turned me on more.

        Julie and the others started setting out the food around me. 
Luckily, nothing was really hot so it was just kind of warm around me. 
Amy took a napkin and wrapped it around the base of my dick and covered 
my balls with it.

        "We wouldn't want hair to get into the food." She said giggling as 
she did it. It didn't take long for them to get everything ready, then 
they were all just standing around the table admiring their work.

        "Is it alright if I smell the flower? It looks so pretty." Wendy 
asked before they started to sit. Julie just nodded as she took her seat 
at now the literal head of the table with a bemused little smile. 
Carefully Wendy took hold of my cock and leaned it slightly towards her. 
Using her other hand slowly she pulled the stem out just slight. The 
sensation was enough to make my toes curl. Just having Wendy touch me 
was plenty to set me on edge, but that was almost more than I could 
stand, almost. "Most exquisite."

        "Is it alright if the rest of us get a whiff?" Cindy quickly asked 
as Wendy let my member swing back into place. I can only guess that 
Julie nodded because suddenly Cindy had me in her hand. Cindy too felt 
that the sweet smelling flower need some adjusting and pushed it back in 
even deeper than before, as she examined and smelled it. Her soft hands 
right after Wendy's might have sent me over the edge, but something 
about the ring kept my climax just out of reach. Erica wasn't one to be 
left out and claimed my member right after Cindy let go. She too felt 
the need to adjust my ornament to a more reasonable depth, sliding it 
out to almost where it begin. Samantha was next to lay claim to my 
member. Being smaller then the rest I guess she decided that the stem 
needed more length so she could smell it properly. Also her hand holding 
me was not idle as she pulled the flower almost free of me. She twisted 
and rubbed it as she moved the flower out. Amy, of course, was not to be 
out down and she to played with my member as she adjust the flower. 
Feeling that it might fall out, she sent it deeper and deeper into me. 
Almost the full length of it was now inside me a good five to five and a 
half inches. I'm sure I could feel it just touching the ring holding me 
rigid. My hands and feet kept flexing with all the touching and moving. 
Sweat was beading on my skin and I felt slightly winded from the 
experience. At least at the flowers current depth the fan had no real 
effect on me. Almost as if that very thought was telegraphed to her, 
Julie stood and took my cock to get her own turn.

        "Hmm, I think it's too deep what do you think?" She asked the 
girls. All of them had an opinion and Julie took her time moving the 
flower in and out to different positions. Suddenly it became like an 
auction. Deeper. Higher. Over and over, faster and faster. It was like 
she was jerking me off from the inside, as her other fingers played 
lightly on the sensitive skin just under the head. It was maddening. I 
was going mad. Luckily, Julie stopped just as I felt like I was going to 
climax and burst though that ring no matter what. "There. Perfect!" 
Closing my eyes I relaxed a bit letting my fists go. My hands ached I 
was holding them so tight, and I almost felt a cramp beginning in one of 
my feet. Julie leaned down and kissed me on the lips just before taking 
her seat. "Alan," trying to look back at her was impossible so I just 
listened, "Amy and Cindy are going to feed you. Just little bites at a 
time but I want you to chew carefully. If you start to choke I have 
something here to cut you free. I want you to know that your safety 
comes first. Do you understand?"

        "Yes Ma'am."

        "Good, then lets eat." Julie and the rest started spooning food 
onto their plates. Dinner started in what would have seemed normal if I 
wasn't still strapped to the table. But as Amy placed a plate on my 
chest and started putting a little food on it I knew that this was going 
to be anything but a normal dinner.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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