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Her pretty head rolled forward, her chin resting on her breast as she dreamed… the two milligram dose was more than sufficient for the uninitiated. We unstrapped her and brought her to the adjoining room, laying her upon the leather chaise and preparing a light lunch as the windows darkened toward evening, the dusk a transition toward the enactment of chaotic scenes, with no sunlight to dilute our vicious intents.’Win, wake her, please. I am tired of waiting… and she must eat, to fortify her for the trial. The martinet, maybe?”So ungentle… perhaps a less shocking commencement, so we have a place to go, rather than arriving there so quickly? Time, we have!’ Win opined, opening a wall cabinet, where we stored our many recent acquisitions. Leather, wood, steel… the natural accompaniments of our particular examinations. Nylon and other synthetics had no place in our portmanteau.’You are right, as usual, Sir Win; it is simply my impatience to begin that has me reaching for the finish rather than seeking to savor the journey. Please, choose your weapon and don’t let me influence you at all!’ I sipped my Earl Grey and looked on as Win surveyed our candidate. ‘Quite layered in her integument, is she not?’ he observed, taking hold of her collar. ‘Nothing will be hidden in the end, my dear… total exposure is the ultimate intent.’ He straightened and addressed me: ‘Have we a candidate then, Dar? I think this is the best we will do without drawing any more attention than is necessary. We should count our blessing.”One, then!’ I laughed, ‘I concur; our candidate est arrive, and we should waste no more time in beginning.’ He raised a brow… ‘Have we not begun?’I looked over Genia’s semiconscious form; so lovely in its subtle stirrings… ‘It seems like a foregone conclusion… we have begun.’