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Part Six It was a very sore, sorry and completely naked Debra Hutchinson that wasfrog–marched out of the mansion the following morning. Although her muscleshad ceased their spasms – having been freed of the indescribably painfulstrappado that she had spent the night bound within – her entire bodywas a road–map of aches that piled one on top of the other, making eachstep a marked effort. Two guards flanked her, both uniformed in the black suitsthat Debra was fast becoming accustomed to. Neither...