“I hope you enjoy yourself,” Tiffany’s voice said from the computer. If I could do that, I would scream, ‘Yes! Hot mom xxx I could let you stew until tomorrow morning and see if you’re in a better mood.”
Actually, it was harder to put the head gear on than to take it off, but I got her meaning and shut up. Then my mind went into that panic mode where you are thinking so fast that when you play it back later in your memory, it’s in slow motion. “Shit!” I screamed. “Maybe I should try that again,” she said when the pulses stopped. Either she pressed the right button before she lost control or she was holding a deadman button that activated when she dropped the remote.
