The final straw, a full bladder, “I need the bathroom! Complete panic, she knew she would hurt herself if she fell. XXX “Oh fuck,” Zania swore, she felt totally clean inside, empty but clean, it was a wierd feeling, like she had no control anything any more. Dr Leggit ran a retreat away up in the hills away from town, an old property with forests and a lake, even his office was part of an old ranch maybe ten miles off the highway down a dirt road through the forest. “Fresh from the tailors,” Dr Leggit announced as he proudly produced Zania’s strait jacket, “Made to measure.”
John and Mike held Zania as Dr Leggit removed her Tees shirt and then her bra. Zania struggled but fairly quickly she realised he was stronger than her and escape would have to wait.
