The Methodology of Participant Observations
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				Title: <strong>The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 05:41:19</strong>
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				(http://www.rosemed.com/dotAsset/99856.jpg)<br><br>A good beer is made better by ambiance found in a neighborhood bar.&nbsp; Harrison's in particular had it in surplus.&nbsp; The nights were always hopping, the locals using drink to wash away the accumulated dust of a day's labor, the occasionals like the old-timers who popped in for a meal and a beer or the students from the schools, and the odd straggler wandering in.&nbsp; Tonight was no different, Warren sat at the bar drinking a lager soaking it all in.<br><br>He needed time to himself occasionally to unwind and relax.&nbsp; His van was parked outside and stocked with the week's groceries.&nbsp; There was still enough in the fridge for his girl to make something for dinner for herself.&nbsp; Warren had told her that he would be out longer tonight so she should look after herself.&nbsp; He took another quaff, he had no worries about her.&nbsp; She had taken to the lessons well and would know what to do just in case he came home late.&nbsp; Warren smiled, she was so pretty and bright.&nbsp; He felt blessed to have found her.<br><br>Warren looked to his right, there was an empty bar stool.&nbsp; Not an uncommon sight, but he wondered who would fill it.&nbsp; Perhaps Rob and they would dish shop talk for a while.&nbsp; Maybe Francine and talking about her kids.&nbsp; Maybe someone new even.&nbsp; The night was young and the possibilities were endless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 06:36:41</strong>
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				(http://www.plunderguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Taylor-Cole-11.jpg)<br><br>There was a bar not too far from the college campus and Ali finally gave into the demands of her friends to go out and let loose. Her friends had gone to a frat party and those were so not her scene so the bar was perfect. She was by herself, but didn't see anything wrong with that. It was something she'd never done back home, Ali had never gone anywhere without her friends and while new, it wasn't so bad. Only 19, the small town girl looked her age, but never seemed to have to show her ID to bartenders. It was a beautiful thing and she rarely had to pay, even though she could have if she wanted to. Her family was almost obscenely wealthy so she'd never had to really work a day in her life.<br><br>Wearing a pair of jeans that were hugged her hips and butt perfectly with a white tank top that showcased just a bit of cleavage, it was enough to attract attention but not enough to look anywhere near trashy, Ali paired these with a white pair of flip flops. Her make-up was minimal, she'd never worn much, but her innocent, girl next door looks always got her enough attention. Ali wasn't as innocent as she looked, but she'd lived a pretty sheltered life being the only child of slightly overprotective parents.<br><br>Walking up to the bar, she smiled a bit at the man in the stool next to an empty one. "Is this seat taken?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 07:55:04</strong>
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				Warren set down his half-empty mug on the bartop and gestured with his hand, "No it is not, Miss."&nbsp; He paused to take in this tall drink of water.&nbsp; Warren did not recall meeting her before in Harrison's.&nbsp; He would have remembered such a pretty face.&nbsp; After a moment of study, Warren revised his assessment.&nbsp; Of course, he wouldn't have recognized her, she was a bit underage to be legally drinking in the bar.&nbsp; "So what brings you to Harrison's?"<br><br>Warren was dressed in slacks and a buttoned down shirt whose sleeves had been rolled up to avoid picking up stains from the bartop.&nbsp; He took another drink from his beer as he waited for an answer from her.&nbsp; The girl was very pretty and Warren wouldn't mind getting under her skin to see what made her tick if he wasn't already attached.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 00:28:45</strong>
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				Ali hopped up onto the bar stool with a smile, the bartender asked her what she'd like to drink and didn't even once ask for an ID, she loved when that happened because she hadn't bothered obtaining a fake ID. "I'll have a Jack and coke, please." She turned to the man who'd asked her what brought her to the bar. "Classes start in a couple of days and I figured I should unwind and relax as much as I can before they do. I'm Ali, it's nice to meet you. What's your name?"<br><br>He was attractive and was older so that was always a good thing, guys her age had never been able to hold her attention for too long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 19:26:15</strong>
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				The drink reflected her youth and Warren smiled at that.&nbsp; He nodded as the girl started talking.&nbsp; Just a college girl then, nothing particularly different about her to warrant much additional attention.&nbsp; Still though, it never hurt to be friendly, it was good manners and if Warren picked up a drinking partner that would be nice too.&nbsp; "I'm Warren, Ali."&nbsp; He extended a hand to Ali.&nbsp; "Getting all the drinking in before the school year start, huh?&nbsp; I can drink to that."<br><br>Warren gestured to Fred behind the bar, "The girl's current is on me."&nbsp; He turned to Ali, "I won't have you disagreeing with me.&nbsp; Consider it a treat before your classes start."&nbsp; He smiled at her, she certainly was friendly enough to introduce herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 06:19:47</strong>
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				Ali almost did argue with Warren about that, but stopped when he said something about that. "Thank you and yes, you could say that." She smiled. "I'm trying to get to know the neighborhood, too, just moved out here and it's always nice to meet new people." She sipped at her drink and wondered what her friends were up to at the party. Ali knew exactly what would have happened if she'd gone to it, parties always got her into trouble which is one of the reasons she stayed away from them. Parties meant drunk boys hitting on her and while she did like the attention, Ali had never been one to be able to say no too easily.It was a more relaxed environment here at the bar so what trouble could she really get into here? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 16:34:16</strong>
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				"Harrison's a fine place to start, Ali."&nbsp; Warren took a sip from his glass, "Here you can meet all sorts of people.&nbsp; We're all a friendly bunch aren't we?"&nbsp; Warren turned to nudge Derek who smiled at Ali before returning to his drinking.&nbsp; "So what are you going to study in school, if you don't mind me asking you?"&nbsp; Ali was perfect in many ways and he knew that Maria would love a playmate to help her with her tasks.&nbsp; But then again he would need to rebudget things to add a new mouth to feed in the house.&nbsp; At least he could count on Maria for being a help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 20:41:53</strong>
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				"It seems like a good place to meet people." Ali smiled at the man he'd nudged before turning her attention back to Warren. "I haven't made my mind up all the way, but I'm probably going to go with psychology and music. Yes, it's kind of an eclectic combination, I know." She laughed softly before taking another drink. She had no idea what was running through his mind and if she did, Ali probably wouldn't be so keen on staying to talk to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>18-08-2011, 07:43:30</strong>
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				Warren nodded at Ali's words and gestured for the bartender to bring Ali another Jack and coke.&nbsp; "Psychology?&nbsp; Are you planning to study anything in particular, or is is more of a general interest for youi?"&nbsp; He asked curiously as he studied Ali.&nbsp; The idea of having a student of psychology in his grasp tickled him.&nbsp; Finally someone who would be able to understand the reasons behind his actions to treat them.&nbsp; Even more entertainingly, she would be able to observe various theories being practiced in real life on herself.<br><br>He felt his good mood settling in.&nbsp; Warren had not expected that when he came to Harrison's to drink.&nbsp; A cold beer yes, but such a perfect girl to bring back home?&nbsp; It was like a cherry on top of the sundae.&nbsp; He was truly blessed with good fortune to having run into Ali tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 07:14:55</strong>
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				Ali nodded her thanks to him and smiled as she thought about his question. "My mind has been made up about psychology for a couple of years now, but I'm thinking I'll probably go for a double major in Psych and Criminal Justice with the music thing as my minor. I'm going to be a very busy girl." She smiled at the bartender as he set her drink down and thanked him politely before taking a sip of it. "I already took care of my basic classes back in Louisiana." The 19 year old sported a bright smile as she talked about school because she was proud that she hadn't had to rely on her parents to pay for it, she'd gotten a full scholarship. Ali was intelligent, but still slightly naive when it came to the way of the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 07:33:13</strong>
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				"Oh, that's an interesting combination."&nbsp; Warren mentally spun on his bar stool.&nbsp; This was almost too good to be true, a girl with an interest in criminal justice too?&nbsp; "Are you planning to go into the legal profession, Ali?"&nbsp; He asked the question calmly as he studied Ali, evaluating her body for all the necessities.&nbsp; Warren preferred custom building his tools as his girls needed them.&nbsp; After all a custom job ensured that there would be no mishaps like a girl slipping loose from her bindings.&nbsp; He knew that the girls appreciated the thoroughness he used in tending to their care.&nbsp; Perhaps some of Maria's older shackles could be used in the meantime.<br><br>"I considered taking up psychology myself, but I found I really didn't have the head for it."&nbsp; Warren spoke a bit sheepishly as if revealing a secret that he had never told anyone.&nbsp; True, his day to day business had no requirement for such learning, but it served him well in tending to his charges and finding more to add to his small flock.&nbsp; He smiled again at Ali, eager to sample this new lamb and see what she could offer.&nbsp; &nbsp;"But it's good that you know what you want, Ali.&nbsp; The world needs more people like you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 08:10:32</strong>
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				"I'm not sure exactly what I want to go into yet, but I have some time to figure that out." Ali smiled as Warren's eyes were rather occupied in studying her body and a slight blush came to her cheeks while she sipped at her second drink. "My family was rather upset when I told them I wasn't going to be a doctor or a lawyer but those fields have never interested me." She had no idea where his mind was at the moment and it was good that she didn't because she'd have hated to have to excuse herself and head back to her dorm. <br><br>"It's not for everybody, what do you do for a living, Warren?" She was curious about him, Ali had always been a curious girl. She sure wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't terribly experienced, even with her slight inexperience, if Warren asked then Ali would probably go home with him. She didn't mind taking risks sometimes, Ali had no idea that this risk would be one of the most life-changing things she'd ever experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 17:02:50</strong>
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				Yes, he would definitely take Ali home with her tonight.&nbsp; Warren decided as he crunched some numbers and balanced some facts.&nbsp; He knew that Maria would love to have a new sister in the house to keep her company.&nbsp; They would get along just fine... "I'm just an entrepreneur...which I suppose is just a fancy way of saying I have my fingers here and there."&nbsp; Warren gestured with a hand as he took another pull from his glass.&nbsp; "Got a little brewery making some quality hooch which I sell to the locals.&nbsp; This bar here stocks some of my wares.&nbsp; But most of my money comes from investments..."<br><br>Warren laughed, "That money helps keep the rest of my hobbies well funded."&nbsp; He sized up Ali, she seemed most vulnerable to his advances now and he would take advantage of that.&nbsp; "Would you like to come visit my house?&nbsp; I'll show you the dog shelter have running.&nbsp; Some of the cutest little strays you'll ever meet, Ali."&nbsp; Oh she would meet them alright.&nbsp; Warren had such plans for his new girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 18:44:27</strong>
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				She listened to him speak and most of Ali's brain was screaming that she shouldn't go with Warren, but her curious nature was effective in shutting those thoughts down. His voice was calming and she finished the rest of her drink before answering him. "I believe I would like to."&nbsp; God, did she really just say that she'd go to this man's house...she barely knew him. Ali had always been good at compartmentalizing so that's what she did, those thoughts were placed back where her mind said they belonged. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 21:17:32</strong>
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				Warren notice that Ali was a bit hesitant in saying yes to his request and in reality he had said it in jest not expecting her to actually agree.&nbsp; Some of the other girls had required a bit more persuasion before they decided to visit his humble abode.&nbsp; He put his hand on Ali's, "Relax Ali, I'm not going to bite.&nbsp; All we're going to do is have some coffee and perhaps see a dog or two."&nbsp; Warren smiled reassuringly trying to dull any sense of panic she might have.&nbsp; "Nothing untoward will be done.&nbsp; You're a college girl now and I can't keep you out to odd hours of the morning can I?"<br><br>He took out his billfold and took out some cash to cover his tab as well as Ali's.&nbsp; "I promise to be an absolute gentleman so you will have nothing to fear."&nbsp; Warren took care of his girls after all they were to be cherished like his Father had always said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 21:28:38</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Hotcharacter3.jpg)<br><br>It was getting late and Maria was tired. She had eaten a sandwich as Warren had instructed so her tummy was full. He had often gone out and left her at home, especially when he needed to blow off some steam, she was used to it now. She loved him so much and trusted him, she knew he would always come back to her and make her happy. <br><br>Her world was complete with him, she couldn't remember her life before him, she couldn't remember anything before him. It was all just Warren. He had molded her to his perfect princess, his loving girl. She helped with the dogs, letting Warren do what he needed,&nbsp; making sure the dogs were fit for breeding. She had been afraid of some of them at first, but now Maria felt comfortable with all of his puppies. <br><br>Maria yawned and stretched, then headed for bed. She wore a pale pink t shirt and laid in bed, looking at the handcuffs attached to the headboard. She had been a good girl for a long time now and he didn't use them to keep her tethered to the bed. Yet there was a time when Maria was chained every night when she was a bad girl to him. She closed her eyes and knew he would be in to give her a good night kiss when he returned, he always did. Yes she was a good girl, and NEVER disobeyed Warren, EVER.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 21:42:45</strong>
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				Ali smiled slightly and was trying to rationalize leaving with Warren, finally she talked herself into it. "Okay." She said softly as his hand was on top of her hand. There was something relaxing about Warren and it calmed her as she looked into his eyes. Ali had always liked dogs and so that was part of what made her agree to going to his place.<br><br>She stood up while he paid for their drinks and waited for him patiently, Ali had never been tested in the ways that he was planning to so there was no telling how she'd react. She had no idea what Warren was planning or that he already had a girl at home that he had molded into the perfect girl for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 15:37:07</strong>
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				Warren left a tip for the bartender, he was in a good mood and nothing could ruin that.&nbsp; He looked to Ali who was waiting for him and he smiled. "My van's right outside."&nbsp; Warren walked ahead, opening the door for Ali as a proper gentleman would before they both stepped into the night air.&nbsp; The weather was pleasantly crisp and warm for the season and Warren walked to his van and unlocked the doors.<br><br>Holding the door open for Ali, Warren looked around.&nbsp; Unsurprisingly the streets were barren.&nbsp; Most people were either in the bars or in their homes.&nbsp; Good, there would be few witnesses to connect the both of them.&nbsp; Also something would have to be done later to clear out Ali's dorm room and cut her from her former life.&nbsp; "Please step in.&nbsp; Don't mind the rustling paper bags in the back seats, just bringing some groceries back home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 07:18:05</strong>
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				Ali looked around and the street was so empty, it reminded her of home and she smiled. Not knowing what was in store for her, she got into his van and settled into the passenger seat. Ali put her seat belt on and closed her door. <br><br>Warren started driving and Ali looked out the window while he was doing so, she really hadn't been in this town for very long. It was nice that she'd met someone besides her friends from back home.&nbsp; She still had to fully organize and decorate her dorm room the way she wanted to, but she wouldn't think about that right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 18:42:42</strong>
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				"So the school year's almost ready to start right?"&nbsp; Warren spoke as he drove towards the outskirts of town.&nbsp; His little slice of heaven was out there past the little suburban halo of young professionals who were settled near the college and in the territory that was mostly wild and still very rural.&nbsp; In the beginning before the the college was built here, the town was mostly ringed by large swathes of land bordered by thick forests.&nbsp; Some of the land was bought up by the college while most still belonged in private hands.&nbsp; <br><br>When Warren was looking for a place where he could set up shop and be able to indulge in his hobbies without concern this town was perfect.&nbsp; He had bought his place and started personally constructing extra rooms in the house.&nbsp; Afterwards, he had opened up an animal shelter on part of his land to earn a little extra karma with the locals and because he always wanted to have one after he had made it big in the city.&nbsp; "One last night out before the grind.&nbsp; Don't worry, a little playtime with the dogs is just what the doctor ordered."&nbsp; Warren smiled as they drove passed the thickening woods of the forest near his place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 03:46:42</strong>
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				Ali was becoming a little more comfortable with the fact that she was heading into the middle of nowhere with this man she'd just met. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was that Warren put her at ease. "Yep, starts tomorrow actually. still have to get things unpacked to get my room how I want it." It wouldn't be hard for someone to talk her into pretty much anything and, for some reason, she couldn't wait to get where they were going.<br><br>As Warren turned down his drive and drove down a little before parking, Ali opened her door to get out of his van. She waited for him. "Would you like some help with your groceries?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 23:37:18</strong>
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				Warren popped open the back door of the van and reached in to take the first bag when Ali made her offer.&nbsp; Warren smiled at her, "Why that's very generous of you, Ali."&nbsp; He exclaimed in delight.&nbsp; "Here, you can help me out a bit."&nbsp; Warren reached in and took out two of the lighter paper bags of groceries out and offered them to Ali.&nbsp; He then took out the rest of the bags and closed the trunk.<br><br>Carrying his share he started moving to the door, putting down the bags to unlock the door before opening it.&nbsp; Warren flipped on the light for the living room and gestured for Ali to enter.&nbsp; The place looked fairly bachelor without much of a softening touch to it, although here or there were were concessions to an aesthetic aside from masculine business casual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 19:55:04</strong>
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				Ali took the two bags he offered her and followed him into his home, it was a typical dwelling place of a single man and she smiled. It was different than the sprawling estate that she'd grown up in, different was nice, sometimes. She set the bags down where he set the others down and stood there, not sure if she should go sit or where Warren would go so they could talk some more or really whatever he wanted to do. The thought that something could happen to her had crossed her mind, but she pushed it to the far reaches of her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:32:29</strong>
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				He lead the way to the kitchen and turned on the lights.&nbsp; While the rest of the house had a warm Americana feel to it, the kitchen was thoroughly modern with brushed steel, polished lacquer and plenty of smooth curves.&nbsp; Warren had spared no expense in outfitting his kitchen to suit his needs and tastes.&nbsp; He placed his bags on the marble island in the center of the kitchen and gestured for Ali to do so too.&nbsp; "Here, why don't I show you the dogs?"&nbsp; Warren smiled and gestured her to follow him.<br><br>"Like I mentioned, I run the local dog shelter.&nbsp; I pick up all kinds of strays and ones that the others don't want any more.&nbsp; They're extremely loud but they're all really sweethearts and love company."&nbsp; Warren talked as he walked towards the door that would lead them out back to where the first of the pens were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:45:58</strong>
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				Ali followed Warren, she could already hear the dogs and that made her smile and miss Cleo, her Maltese back home. The little dog was a gift from her parents on her 16th birthday, along with the Mercedes that she still had. They got to where the dogs were and she smiled brightly. "They're so cute." She was genuine in this because she had always been a dog person, she'd had cats, but really preferred dogs. "It's so good of you to do that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:56:08</strong>
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				The dogs were a motley crew, a veritable cross-section of all the major breeds in the world.&nbsp; When they saw and scented Ali, tails began wagging and they barked enthusiastically.&nbsp; Warren laughed, "It looks like they want to play with you.&nbsp; Tell you what, you seem to be a dog person so do you want to play with the dogs?"&nbsp; Warren walked over to the double gate leading into the pen.&nbsp; "I just need to head into the house to finish packing up all the groceries so you can have some time with them alone okay?"<br><br>Of course, he also needed to check up on Maria to see how his girl was doing.&nbsp; Then afterwards, he'd bring out some drinks as part of being a gracious host.&nbsp; "It won't take too long and besides I think they'll be happy to play with someone new."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 21:59:36</strong>
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				"Sure, I'd love to." Ali smiled as she walked with him into the pen. She petted all of the dogs that came up to her, there were a lot, but she tried her best to give each of them her attention. The one that caught her eye most was what looked to be a yorkie-shih tzu mix and she picked the little dog up to hold it for a minute or so, laughing softly as it tried to lick all her over her face. she set him back down and knelt down to give them some more attention as Warren disappeared inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 23:21:13</strong>
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				Warren watched as Ali knelt down to play with the dogs.&nbsp; It warmed the cockles of his heart, it really did to see such an pretty picture like this.&nbsp; Of course later one, Ali would be able to meet some of the other dogs who demanded their affections in a different manner.&nbsp; He would introduce her to them much later.&nbsp; First though, he really did need to put away the groceries.&nbsp; Warren took one last look at Ali before he headed back inside and took all of the groceries out and put them away.&nbsp; The fridge which was have full now was completely packed with all sorts of fresh produce and goods.<br><br>When he was done, Warren first headed upstairs to Maria's bedroom to check up on her.&nbsp; She was already sound asleep, dressed in that pink t-shirt he had gotten for her.&nbsp; Warren smiled, Maria was such a good girl.&nbsp; He leaned down to gently kiss her on the cheek as well as place a light blanket over her.&nbsp; "Good night, Maria.&nbsp; Sleep tight."&nbsp; He whispered into her ear before he turned to return downstairs to prepare drinks.&nbsp; He brought out a bottle of scotch and set out two glass tumblers.&nbsp; For Ali's glass, he powdered up a Zoloft and poured it into her tumbler.&nbsp; Then Warren stirred it up to make sure it had completely dissolved before adding a single ice cube to her and two for his own unadulterated drink.<br><br>Warren brought both glasses out to the yard and settled down to watch Ali play with the little ones.&nbsp; He leaned against the fence and held out her glass.&nbsp; "Having fun?&nbsp; I brought you a drink, some good scotch to warm you up.&nbsp; The dogs seem to like you alot, amybe during the semester you should come by now and again to play with them."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 07:02:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali smiled as she heard Warren's voice and the offer of another drink. She stood up and wiped her hands on her jeans before taking the glass from him. She took a sip and smiled at the warmth it created as the liquid ran down her throat. The burn had always been why she chose liquor over beer or wine, she loved it. "Maybe I will come back. I like them, too."<br><br>She stepped over to the fence to lean against it as she nursed her drink and then opened the gate to walk out of the pen, she locked it and had just a slight problem with the mechanism. Ali just thought she might have maybe had a bit too much to drink and the thought that Warren had slipped something into her drink never passed through her mind. Still, she finished her drink. God, she was getting really tired for some reason. She tried to hide it because she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of him, but it wasn't terribly difficult to see that she was now unable to walk very straight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 22:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The signs of the drug taking root in Ali were obvious even before the fumble with the gate.&nbsp; Warren had almost made drugging into an science being able to casually estimate how much was needed to put anyone under.&nbsp; He took another drink from his own glass as he watched her become more and more lethargic.&nbsp; Pretty soon, the sweet college girl would be completely at his mercy.&nbsp; Ali though hadn't noticed the effects and had instead chosen to down the rest of the tainted scotch.<br><br>Warren put down his glass and walked over to where Ali was now staggering across the grass.&nbsp; He easily and gently slung her arm over his shoulder as he help support her from completely collapsing into a pile.&nbsp; "Easy there Ali, don't want you to hurt yourself.&nbsp; Big day tomorrow and you want to look your best right?&nbsp; Here why don't we get you inside and you can rest on the couch a bit."&nbsp; Warren began to guide her back indoors towards his sitting room where the promise of a nice plush couch awaited Ali.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 22:01:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took every bit of strength Ali had not to fall to the ground and have to crawl, she was beginning to know that it wasn't the alcohol because honestly, she hadn't had that much to drink and there was little she could do to try to get away. Her mind was in a state of more than a little delirium and all she could do was take his offer to go in and rest on the couch. Ali just nodded as he spoke to her and when they got inside, she did her best to settle onto the couch rather than collapse against it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 22:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Ali drifted off into Wonderland on chemical wings, Warren rubbed his hands.&nbsp; Now the fun could genuinely begin with sweet Ali in teaching her all that she needed to know.&nbsp; He hoisted up Ali and slung her over his shoulder.&nbsp; Whistling a merry tune, he headed for the basement door and headed downstairs.&nbsp; The basement was as big as the house upstairs as Warren had spent a small fortune to prepare his playrooms.&nbsp; He opened a door next to the long storage closet and walked into an hallway light by mercury lights.&nbsp; Walking past the first few doors, he paused and unlocked the door to one of the many cells he had set up.<br><br>Inside the cell was a custom made steel stretcher table with steel shackles.&nbsp; Warren placed Ali on top of it and started removing her clothes starting with her shirt and kept going until she was completely nude.&nbsp; &nbsp; He then locked her limbs into the shackles making sure that they were locked.&nbsp; He then with painstaking care began to fold up her clothes into neat squares taking care to empty her pockets first.&nbsp; Once that was done, he placed the clothes into a cardboard box and her personal effects into a small plastic tray.&nbsp; Warren exited the cell and locked the cell door. "Sweet dreams, princess."&nbsp; He then carried the small tray back upstairs to the living room to begin dissection.<br><br>Warren emptied her wallet, setting cash and coins aside.&nbsp; The important thing was her cards and keys.&nbsp; Warren picked out her college ID card and dorm key which would be useful for the next part.&nbsp; Pocketing the card and key, he then headed up Maria's room and stepped inside.&nbsp; Gently he shook her shoulder, "Wake up dear, I need your help with moving some things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 23:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria felt the gentle shake and heard Warren's voice. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. "Hello my love, you had a late night. I missed you." she reached put and touched his cheek as she rose from the bed. <br><br>"What is it? What do you need moved?" Maria said as she yawned and stretched. She had no idea he had brought home a little toy to play with yet, that would come in time. For now she had a job to do for him, and she got up and dressed ready to do what he asked of her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 15:53:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have a new guest in the house living here with us, sweetie."&nbsp; Warren smiled knowing that she would be thrilled by this.&nbsp; An extra hand to help out around the house and Maria could help educate Ali in the proper ways of how this place was ran.&nbsp; "However, we're going to need to move all of her things here and into one of the spare bedrooms."&nbsp; When she was done dressing, Warren turned to head downstairs.<br><br>"She's got a dorm room at the local college and it's not too far away from town."&nbsp; Warren and Maria had passed by the college a few times when he took her into town occasionally.&nbsp; They had a little walking park set aside that Warren and Maria would walk.&nbsp; "It's late, I know but the sooner moved the better right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 16:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her face lit up like a Christmas tree at the information there was a new guest. She loved the idea of having a girl friend in the house. But they had to move her stuff from the dorms first. <br><br>"You want me to pose as her sister? make it some family emergency that she had to withdraw and go home? What's the plan?" Maria was all dressed and ready to go, she took the key and the ID from him. She was just so excited and she kissed his cheek awaiting further instructions. She could not wait to see the girl and teach her all the ways of the house. This was going to be fun indeed! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 18:10:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali had slipped into a bliss-like state and couldn't even feel that she was being moved, stripped, or anything of the like. Alcohol always had kind of put her in the mood and thanks to the Zoloft Warren had slipped her, there was nothing that was going to wake her up until it wore off. Her mind was filled with images of past sexual encounters and scenes full of nothing but intimate encounters. As she was pretty much unconscious, there was no way she would be able to take care of herself so she'd wake up a little frustrated.<br><br>She had no idea that when she awakened that she'd find herself strapped down to a metal gurney and completely naked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 00:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You are so smart, Maria.&nbsp; You hit it right on the head."&nbsp; Warren spoke proudly as they exited the house and he locked the door behind them.&nbsp; "That's exactly what I need you to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;We'll be posing as her family to get into the dorms.&nbsp; Except we don't need to mention to security about what we're doing Maria.&nbsp; The school year is just starting so they'll just be assuming that we're moving things to her room."&nbsp; Warren affectionately rubbed Maria's shoulder as they walked to his van.&nbsp; "After that, it'll be easy enough to move everything from her room and let the school assume that she's just another first year delinquent student."<br><br>Warren open the door for Maria before he got inside the van.&nbsp; "When we get back, I'll let you meet our new guest.&nbsp; After all, I need my best assistant in helping me out with the operation."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 15:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria's eyes lit up, she was in sync with his thoughts which is the way she liked it. The would sneak in, move some stuff out then be on their way.&nbsp; "I love you Warren, thank you for bring a toy home. I can get so lonely when you are away." <br><br>She got in the van and smiled, she was so excited to meet their guest, and she would work quickly so they could get back to operate on the poor girl downstairs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 16:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Always the best for you, Maria."&nbsp; Warren leaned over and gave Maria a quick kiss.&nbsp; She was his sweetie and he enjoyed showering her with gifts when she was good and obedient.&nbsp; Maria had taken to his lessons well and the improvement to her showed.&nbsp; Warren could remember when he first brought her back to the house.&nbsp; How different she was then unlike now.&nbsp; But after some firm discipline and a willingness to show gentleness, Maria had grown into a fine young woman.&nbsp; "I'm sure you'll take good care of her when I'm not around."<br><br>He then turned his attention back onto the road driving to the college.&nbsp; It was getting late, but it was still the days before school starting so irregularities were to be expected.&nbsp; The security guard didn't even give them a second glance as they passed through the gates and drove down the road into the campus.&nbsp; Ali's wallet also had a small card which she had helpfully wrote down which residence hall and room number she was living in.&nbsp; Using that and a quick stop to consult a map, they found their way to the hall and Warren parked the car.&nbsp; "Remember, we're just family helping move some of the stuff that Ali doesn't want back into the van."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 20:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria was a totally different person when she met him, or rather was kidnapped by him. She didn't remember any of that now, she just knew he loved her and she him. he had made her what she was and now another was in for the same treatment. Maria knew as long as she was good and kept Warren happy, she would have good things come her way. If she ever upset him, she knew the punishments he could dole out. So Maria always did as he asked, making sure he was always happy with her. <br><br>As they arrived at the campus, she nodded at his instructions. "In and out, no questions." She slid from the van and followed him to the dorm he had on a slip of paper. They slipped in and Maria followed his lead, carrying out things he told her to grab. They had cleared almost everything out, and she jumped back into the van. "So Warren, can we go play with her now?",&nbsp; a smile covered her face excited to see just who the new plaything was. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 20:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali and her roommate either weren't close or perhaps she was just out late because Ali's dorm room was empty when they entered, thankfully sidestepping potentially awkward questions on why Ali's 'family' were moving things this late at night.&nbsp; Moving quickly and efficiently, Warren and Maria stripped down Ali's side of the room down to the bare-bones.&nbsp; Everything was taken except for the campus issued furniture and mattress.&nbsp; Most of her possessions were going to be destroyed or sold off to a variety of used-good shops around the county.&nbsp; Ali would be starting anew under Warren's care and he didn't want any way that Ali's disappearance might even be tied to the local area.<br><br>Once the last box from Ali's room was packed into his van, Warren relaxed slightly and he got back into the driver's seat.&nbsp; He smiled at Maria's eagerness.&nbsp; "Not tonight honey.&nbsp; It's getting late so you need to be in bed."&nbsp; Warren gently tapped Maria on her nose. "But...first thing tomorrow after breakfast?&nbsp; I want my best girl at my side when the playing starts."&nbsp; He leaned in to kiss Maria deeply, one hand against the back of her head as his tongue tangled with hers.&nbsp; Just the thought of playing with Ali made Warren so very excited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 16:01:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A small frown come to her face when he said she had to wait until after breakfast, but he was right. He was always right. Warren knew best and Maria always listened to what he said. "Ok, you're right, I have to be at my best when we play." His kiss was so sexy, he knew how to turn her on with just one kiss. She loved him so deeply, and her kiss was filled with love and lust. <br><br>When he broke from the kiss, she smiled and giggled, "I love your kisses Warren, they make me all tingly." She stroked his thigh as they drove back, so happy to be in love with such a wonderful guy. As they pulled up to the house, the puppies were all barking a wagging their tails. <br><br>"Do you show her the puppies? Did she like them? They are suck good loving puppies, I hope she liked them." Maria could not wait to see how the new toy would take to the dogs, she was sure, the puppies could use another plaything as well. <br><br>She exited the van and made her way to her room, "Will you tuck me back in?" She batted her eyes to him, hoping he would come up and put her to bed like he sometimes did. If he was busy, she understood, she always understood when Warren had important things to do. She was a good girl, and would not disturb him if he had other plans. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 17:09:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The puppies were so energetic and like human babies kept odd hours, Warren was used to their quirks and one of the things he appreciated was a girl would loved dogs as much as he did.&nbsp; Maria and now Ali were definitely such people and he was confident that Ali would learn to appreciate everything about dogs just like Maria did.&nbsp; "Yes, I did.&nbsp; She loves them as much as you do, Maria."&nbsp; Warren made a shushing gesture to the pups but the little bundles of energy continue barking and would do so until they exhausted themselves.<br><br>Walking with Maria back into the house, Warren was a bit tired from tonight, from taking Ali to moving her furnishings.&nbsp; But when Maria gave him those eyes as she asked for a tuck in, Warren had to smile.&nbsp; "Of course, I will sweetheart.&nbsp; Come on, let's get you changed into something a bit more comfortable."&nbsp; Warren put his hand around Maria's waist as he followed her into her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 20:50:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His touch excited her, and she nodded as he put his arm around her. She went straight to her room and found a pretty blue night gown. She undressed before him and neatly folded her clothes and placed them on a chair. She slipped the nightgown on and flipped her hair to free it from the fabric. <br><br>Slipping into the bed, she pulled the covers up to her neck. "i love you Warren", she cooed, her eyes already half shut. She was almost off to dreamland before she knew it. Tomorrow would be a fun day playing with the new toy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 21:30:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren admired Maria's body as she got changed and got into bed.&nbsp; He gently tucked her in, making sure that Maria was bundled in the blankets in the way that she liked.&nbsp; "I love you too, Maria."&nbsp; Warren leaned down and kissed her lips.&nbsp; "Sleep tight and tomorrow, we're going to have a lot of fun downstairs..."&nbsp; Warren crooned as he brushed Maria's hair so it didn't cover her face.&nbsp; Once that was done, he headed to the doorway to look at Maria drifting off to slumber before closing the door.<br><br>He yawned, it was getting late and like he promised Maria tomorrow was going to be a big day.&nbsp; But he needed to prepare the room first.&nbsp; Warren disliked fumbling for his tools and liked them set out just as he was going to need it.&nbsp; Warren headed downstairs to the basement operating room where Ali was still peacefully slumbering on the table.&nbsp; There was a small smile on her face and Warren had to grin.&nbsp; Perhaps even unconscious Ali was looking forward to tomorrow too.<br><br>He put a new sheet of fresh paper on one of his rolling table and opened the autoclave.&nbsp; The tools were all sparkling clean and sterilized from Warren's last play session with Maria on the table.&nbsp; He organized the tools onto the table in size and order of use and after the last tool was put into place, Warren rolled the table within eye shot of Ali so she could see them when she awoke, but far enough that she couldn't ever reach them.&nbsp; Warren then brought out several rolls&nbsp; of gauze and bottles of iodine and other sterilizing fluids that would see use later.&nbsp; His last check was to open the refrigerator and cabinets to see that all the necessary injections were still in stock and within reach for tomorrow.<br><br>Once that was done, Warren walked back to where Ali was laying.&nbsp; Taking her pulse and checking that she was fine, Warren pressed his fingers to his lips before pressing the fingers to Ali's lips.&nbsp; "Good night, princess.&nbsp; Tomorrow you, me, and Maria are going to have so much fun together."&nbsp; Warren then headed back upstairs, turning off the lights plunging Ali into darkness.&nbsp; Warren freshened up in the bathroom before he headed to the master bedroom to sleep.&nbsp; His last thoughts before he drifted off was how lucky he was tonight.<br><br>The following morning, he got up bright and early and began making breakfast before Maria got out of bed.&nbsp; They both would need all their energy getting Ali acclimatized to her new home.&nbsp; The coffee was percolating merrily in the pot as Warren started making omelets.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 22:13:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria woke to the smell of bacon and eggs, and she smiled. She slid from her bed and walked slowly down the stairs too see Warren busy cooking. <br><br>She slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Can I help?" She kissed his neck and held close to him. She was eager to play with the new toy, but she kept quiet, it was up to him to tel her when they would play. Yet she was eager to find out just what he had in store for all of them today. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 16:55:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren smiled as Maria slipped behind him and cuddled with him.&nbsp; Maria had grown to be incredibly affectionate during her time here and Warren loved that about her.&nbsp; "Mmm, you could get out the mugs for the coffee.&nbsp; I think it's almost done..."&nbsp; He reached with one hand to pat Maria as he turned slightly to look at her pretty face.&nbsp; "Omelets and bacon are almost ready, Maria."&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he turned around and gave Maria's rear a gentle swat.&nbsp; "Now go..."&nbsp; Warren spoke softly with a smile.<br><br>Today was going to be a fun day and it had been a while since Maria had last been in the operating room assisting him.&nbsp; It was such a shame that the last girl in his hands hadn't proved to be very durable at all.&nbsp; She had last what?&nbsp; One hour?&nbsp; A hour and a half before her heart gave out?&nbsp; Hopefully, Ali would be made of much more resilient stuff.&nbsp; Warren wanted to do more....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 17:04:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She loved omelets and bacon, and she smiled wide as he told her to go get the mugs for coffee. She opened the cabinet and&nbsp; got his favorite mug and hers as well. She poured the coffee and placed both mugs on the table. She also laid out the napkins for them and the silverware. <br><br>"Gosh I like when you make breakfast, it always smells and tastes so good Warren." Maria tried to keep her thoughts off the girl in the basement, but she too wanted to see how long this new toy would last. She had so many things she wanted to teach the toy, how to play, how to act, how nice the puppies were. <br><br>She sat down daintily and waited for him. Today was going to be a good day she could just feel it in her bones. Soon it would be time to have at the girl downstairs and have a bit of fun.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 19:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren set out the plates and picked out three strips of crisp bacon on each plate from the frying pan.&nbsp; Then putting on an oven mitt, he opened the oven revealing two golden and puffy omelet souffles ready in their pans.&nbsp; Warren brought them out and carefully slid them onto the plates taking care to make sure they wouldn't collapse.&nbsp; Once they were ready, Warren set one omelet plate in front of Maria and one at his seat.<br><br>"Dig in, Maria."&nbsp; Warren had added cheese and the other fixings that he knew Maria loved to have in her omelet souffles.&nbsp; He took a sip from his coffee before adding a lump of sugar and a bit of cream.&nbsp; Warren liked his coffee a bit mellower and then he started eating his omelet.&nbsp; A good hearty breakfast before the operation, it was important to set the mood before operating on Ali.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 20:02:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren made the best omelets, and Maria began to eat like a lady, just like Warren had taught her. She took nice small bites and ate slower than he did. It was proper to let him finish first, then she would and then clear the table. "mmm, it's so good Warren, thank you." <br><br>Maria was full by the last piece of bacon and kissed him on the cheek as they both finished. She cleared the plates off the table and washed them. Once she was done, there was a sparkle in her eye.<br><br>"Is it time now Warren?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 06:10:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria was so diligent in cleaning up like she was taught and Warren approved greatly.&nbsp; "Of course it is, Maria.&nbsp; Now let's go downstairs and get scrubbed before we can begin to play."&nbsp; Warren walked with Maria down the stairs and into a sideroom next to the operation room where he had set up as an preparation room and he scrubbed his hands put on fresh latex gloves and paper booties over his shoes.&nbsp; "Now the new girl's name is Ali, remember that Maria."&nbsp; He spoke to her before he stepped into the operation room leading the way, turning on the large halogen lights to bath everything in a bright white light.<br><br>"Wake up, Ali and good morning."&nbsp; Warren spoke happily as he walked over to see if the sedatives had worn off on Ali yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 06:35:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali had just slowly started waking up and hadn't noticed that she wasn't able to move yet. The bright lights blinded her for a bit and she tried to shield her eyes, but found she couldn't. She glanced down and noticed that she was completely naked. Her head was pounding and she was a little bit nauseated, Ali knew it wasn't the alcohol because she never had anything remotely similar to a hangover. Her mind tried to recover what had happened the night before and was having a little trouble with that.<br><br>She heard Warren's voice and recognized his face while pieces of the night before came back to her. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 06:57:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a twinkle in her eye as they headed downstairs. Yes they were going to play now. Maria followed suit and scrubbed up, then gloves and a surgical mask. Booties on her feet, she followed Warren in and saw this girl named Ali for the first time. She was yummy indeed and Maria could not wait for Warren to begin his procedures on the new plaything. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 07:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Ali blinked blearily into the lights, Warren smiled.&nbsp; Ali was awake, so he had gotten the dosage about right.&nbsp; "There's no need for language, Ali."&nbsp; He spoke in an admonishing tone as he walked closer to the table.&nbsp; "You're in my house, Ali.&nbsp; You had a bit much to drink...perhaps scotch doesn't agree with you.&nbsp; So I brought you down here and let you sleep it off."&nbsp; &nbsp; Warren clapped his hand once, the sound might as well been a crack of thunder.<br><br>"Now I remember that you wanted to study psychology and criminal justice last night and I thought 'What luck! I'll help you out with an in dept hands on study of the matter.'&nbsp; We're going to have so much fun together."&nbsp; Warren grinned broadly as he gestured for Maria to roll over a tray of shining steel surgical implements.&nbsp; "First of course, we're going to have a little remedial course that I think you'll find quite handy in criminal justice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 07:28:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes were wary as they followed Warren's every movement and the woman who'd come down with him pulled a tray full of surgical tools closer to the table. Ali's eyes focused on them for a bit, the way the light glinted off the shiny silver blades and whatnot, God...she had been so stupid to have come home with him last night. As charming as he'd been, she still hadn't known him. <br><br>She listened as he spoke, Ali was determined to not show him or the other woman how scared she really was. She was terrified, but all that showed in her eyes was a calm, it was close to a deadly calm because one slip up on either of their part and she would do whatever she had to do to get away. She only slightly tried to scoot further away from him as he approached her, that was instinctual.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 07:38:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren reached up and pulled the close up surgical lam to the side and he positioned the full body mirror to be directly over Ali so she could see herself laying naked and shackled to the surgical table.&nbsp; He could see in her eye that Ali was planning to some how get away and it was understandable.&nbsp; However, Warren had done this many times before and by now he had seen almost every trick in the book.&nbsp; "Now Ali,, have you any interest in anatomy?&nbsp; &nbsp;It might come in handy if you want to become a coroner."&nbsp; Warren picked up a probe from the tray, its hooked end was not sharp at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 16:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali would not let herself look up into that mirror, she didn't take her eyes away from the other two people in the room with her. She probably should look up to try to see if there was some weakness that she could exploit in the shackles or something. She'd have to do that in a little bit. Her eyes focused in on what Warren had picked up, it wasn't sharp and had a hooked end.&nbsp; What was that used for? He kept asking her questions. Yeah, like she was really going to answer him.<br><br>She stayed right where she was and knew that she couldn't show any weakness. She held back the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes and tried to keep her breathing normal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 16:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria came over with the tray and wsa humming to herself. Ah yes this little toy would be so fun to play with. <br><br>"Oh don't cry little one," she said behind the mask, "It'll only hurt for a moment." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 19:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren held the probe up so that Ali could see it clearly in the light and then he brought it down against her skin.&nbsp; Cool thin steel pressed against her skin and Warren took a closer look at how springy Ali's skin was.&nbsp; He ran the probe up&nbsp; her skin and it felt like someone was running the edge of a paperclip across her skin.&nbsp; There was a prickling sensation but no bite as the hooked end just skimmed across the top of her skin.&nbsp; "You have very good and healthy skin, dear."<br><br>Warren then placed the probe back on the tray.&nbsp; "Hmm what should we do next?"&nbsp; He pondered out loud as he stroked his chin in mock thought.&nbsp; "Well we have to check your health, Ali.&nbsp; Can't spend the entire day just feeling your skin can we?"&nbsp; Warren laughed as he ran his hand across her belly.&nbsp; "Now open you mouth, Ali.&nbsp; Let's start from the top down..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 16:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The smile that came to her lips was an automatic reaction to a compliment and it disappeared as soon as Warren asked what he should do next. There were goosebumps along her skin where the probe had trailed over it. She just looked at the woman who told her not to cry and she bit back a comment towards her. There was no telling what would happen if she said something that either of them didn't like. She was afraid, but this was more of a self preservation thing.<br><br>Thinking that maybe he'd show a bit of mercy if she cooperated a little more, Ali opened her mouth. Trying to get away from the hand that moved along her stomach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 02:54:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali was nervous and understandably so, Warren thought.&nbsp; Who wouldn't be?&nbsp; However, she would come to understand that coming to live in his house was a blessing to be enjoyed and not a curse.&nbsp; Until then, he was just going to use hard love to ease the way.&nbsp; Warren shone a penlight and gave Ali's mouth a cursory look.&nbsp; "Mmhmm, that's good.&nbsp; You have been doing a good job of taking care of yourself."&nbsp; He then set aside the penlight and pushed Ali's mouth close with a click.<br><br>"But good health isn't skin deep at all and I do like my diagnostics...."&nbsp; As Warren spoke he picked a roll of gauze and the bottle of rubbing alcohol.&nbsp; After soaking it in the fluid, Warren began to run it up and down Ali's abdomen making sure the cool alcohol covered her body.&nbsp; Infections during the observation could be quite tricky to deal with..&nbsp; "So I'm going to open you up and we're going to have a little look see."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 04:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria watched as Warren examined this girl. If only Ali knew how wonderful it was to be a part of Warren's family. <br><br>As the exam progressed, she watched Warren prep the girl for the fun part of the exam. Maria had all the scalpels in line. She then walked over to Ali with a leather strap and placed it into Ali's mouth. <br><br>"Now&nbsp; bite down on this, we don't want you biting through your tongue. Trust me, it'll help." Maria then ran her fingers through Ali's hair. <br><br>"She's ready Warren," Maria giggled and moved next to Warren ready to continue the&nbsp; exam. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 05:45:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali saw him pick up the gauze and alcohol then her gaze landed on the scalpels that the woman had laid out. She felt Warren cleaning her skin with the alcohol soaked gauze. "Oh, like hell you are. Get away from me, y'all are psycho. Leave me alone." It wasn't just fear speaking now, there was a fair amount of anger in her voice. As she felt Maria start to put the leather strap in her mouth and speak to her, she recoiled. "I said get away from me."<br><br>Ali couldn't believe this was happening to her and even though she was saying these things, she knew it wasn't going to happen. There was no way she was getting out of these restraints or away from the two, they'd be able to do anything they wanted to her and nobody would ever know.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 15:35:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The leather strap was for Ali's own good since there was going to be quite a bit of pain and Warren didn't want her to destroy her teeth by gritting them shut.&nbsp; On the other hand, the leather strap would muffle Ali's beautiful screams.&nbsp; Ali looked like a screamer though, she wouldn't let him down by not screaming, Warren was sure of this.<br><br>"Maria, put the strap aside for now."&nbsp; He spoke as he set down the gauze and picked up a surgical marker and popped the cap.&nbsp; "Don't worry, Ali.&nbsp; We're not going to be doing anything particularly invasive."&nbsp; Warren drew a dotted line down Ali's chest from clavicle to slightly above her belly button.&nbsp; After he was don, he set aside the marker and picked up the first shining steel scalpel. <br><br>"Now I haven't given you any sedatives so I don't want you to squirm around too much.&nbsp; This kind of procedure is best performed when you are completely clearheaded but there is the risky I might nick something vital."&nbsp; Ali couldn't move too much shackled down to the table, but she didn't know that.&nbsp; He had only said this to increase Ali's terror and he would drink deeply...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 05:18:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali couldn't help but try to squirm away when he brought out the surgical marker, she didn't go very far. She felt him draw that dotted line and shivered at the thought of what was about to happen to her. She was about to be sliced open like a cadaver and nobody was going to stop it. Maria or whatever that girl's name was had to be as just as crazy as Warren. Had he done this to her?&nbsp; and just what all was he going to do? She was scared that she was going to die here and yes, Warren was right, Ali always had been a screamer and she probably wouldn't let him down in this. <br><br>The fact that her mind was completely clear only added to the fact that this was going to be even worse for her. Ali was going to try to block out the pain and not give him the satisfaction of her terror, she was pretty good at compartmentalizing....this was something that no amount of focus could block out, though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 17:38:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren set his hand down Ali's belly.&nbsp; While she was presenting a brave face to him, the fact that she recoiled at his touch told him all that Warren needed to know.&nbsp; "Shhh, just relax and enjoy the show...&nbsp; Maria if you could prepare a cold compress for Ali's head?"&nbsp; Warren gave Maria a look and a nod before looking back, the fun was about to start and he was eager to get going.&nbsp; The cool silver of scalpel pressed against the first dot right below Ali's throat.<br><br>For a moment, there was nothing but a sharp press against Ali's skin and then cleanly it penetrated Ali's skin drawing a bead of crimson blood and a cold agony from Ali's chest.&nbsp; Warren's eyes glowed with fervor almost as if he fed on this and he brought the blade downwards connecting the first dot to the second and then to the third.&nbsp; The scalpel sliced through Ali's flesh precisely drawing more blood and cold fire agony as it slashed through nerves.&nbsp; From the mirror overhead, Ali could see an angry split line from where Warren had gotten started to where the blade was.<br><br>Warren paused for a moment and looked at Ali with a warm smile on his face.&nbsp; "How is our lucky girl doing?&nbsp; You can scream if you want to.&nbsp; This room has been soundproofed..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 16:08:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To say Maria was upset that he didn't want to use the leather strap was an understatement, but he was the boss. She took the strap out and placed in in the tray, then took a cold pack from the small refrigerator they kept downstairs. <br><br>She placed the pack on Ali's head and then watched Warren with Glee. Maria always loved this part. It took some getting used to at first, but after the first four girls, Maria turned her queasiness into fascination. <br><br>She watched as the blood beaded on Ali's skin. "Oh nice job Warren, nice and straight. I think it's you're best cut yet!" Maria tried to contain her excitement, but Warren was just such a pro that Maria just had to let him know what a great job he was doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 19:01:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren turned to smile at Maria.&nbsp; It almost seemed like it was just the other day when he had her in the same position on the table under his blade.&nbsp; Of course, she was just like Ali here but eventually she understood the purpose of these sessions.&nbsp; Maria had grown accustomed to his ways and how things were run around here.&nbsp; She was such a good girl and he felt blessed to have her by his side.&nbsp; "Of course, honey bear."&nbsp; He laughed as he continued to draw his scalpel downwards slicing Ali's belly more and more.<br><br>"Would you be a dear and help daub up the blood, Maria?"&nbsp; Warren paused for a moment to check on the cut before he continued moving the blade steadily downwards and downwards.&nbsp; When he reached her belly button, Warren drew out the scalpel and set it down.&nbsp; Maria was right, it really was quite a beautiful line he had drawn on Ali.&nbsp; But of course, that wasn't the main course.&nbsp; He would be opening her up in just a moment...&nbsp; "How are we feeling, Ali?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 06:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali tried to grit her teeth against the pain, oh God, it was horrible...that didn't work out so well for her. Ragged gasps and loud cries of agony left her lips as the scalpel cut through her smooth skin. It made an ugly red gash all the way down to her belly button. There was blood, more blood than she'd ever seen and she didn't faint or pass out. She just stared at it, Ali was starting to become resigned to the fact that these two were going to do what they wanted to her. Whether she would live or die, that was the question. She was adamant and still wouldn't answer him. Her eyes were transfixed on her blood as it was dabbed up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 15:56:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				maria took some gauze and dabbed the blood from Ali's skin. She smiled the entire time the girl screamed, but they were sisters now, bearing the same scar. "Oh you are such a good girl, scream louder, it makes him happy." Maria wore a twisted smile as she looked at Ali, wanting the girl to suffer for her sins, to repent and realize just how lucky she was that Warren had found her to cleanse her. "It'll be all better when he's done, then you and I can play with the puppies." <br><br>Maria then backed away, allowing Warren to continue with his work. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 20:24:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali wanted to defy him by not screaming, but she couldn't help it. It really hurt and it was like her body wouldn't let her pass out from the pain, her adrenaline levels were rising which made it to where her mind was clear and made her wish that she could just block it out. She had a feeling that this was just the beginning and she tried to stop her mind from running to different scenarios of things that were going to happen to her. There were tears streaming down her face and her mind was throwing the words 'stupid' and 'idiot' all around because she'd actually agreed to come home with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:47:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, sweetie."&nbsp; Warren drank in Ali's screams of agony.&nbsp; Each one was unique in its own way, the earlier ones tinged with the vibrato of shock as his blade sliced through her flesh...the later ones with a timbre born of the despair over the pain not ending.&nbsp; "You have good healthy lungs.&nbsp; I see we haven't been smoking have we?&nbsp; Good, I can't abide that habit."&nbsp; Warren picked up the bloody scalpel up and reached down to make another incision before he stopped.&nbsp; "What am I doing?&nbsp; I should be using a fresh scalpel, don't want to risk you getting infect with something nasty, Ali."<br><br>He placed the scalpel into a small steel bowl filled with rubbing alcohol, the blood drifting upwards and diffusing like crimson smoke into the fluid.&nbsp; Warren then picked out a fresh scalpel and brought the blade down into the top of the the line he had carved and started slicing a perpendicular line to it.&nbsp; More blood welled up and Ali's screaming continued like a cello accompaniment to his blade-work magic.&nbsp; He loved it when the girls screamed in such shrill agony...it was invigorating.&nbsp; It was a shame though that not everyone appreciated a good proper scream like he and now Maria did.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 09:43:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even if she'd wanted to, the pain left Ali breathless to where she couldn't answer him. All she could do was scream and gasp, the adrenaline made her heart beat faster which meant her blood would flow faster. She almost wished that she'd start bleeding out, at least then she wouldn't be in pain anymore. She'd never thought that she'd want to die, but he was going to open her up after the second cut was finished and she couldn't imagine that she'd be able to stand that pain.&nbsp; She had been hungry but couldn't imagine eating as she could see the two gash-like cuts made into her skin and the blood, God, there was so much blood.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 17:18:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren finished the first cut and sliced an parallel twin to the first across the bottom of her abdomen, completing an bloody I on Ali's chest.&nbsp; "There we go, the first step is complete."&nbsp; He set down the scalpel an checked up on his girl.&nbsp; Ali's pupils were dilated, she as most certainly going into shock, her body pumping out chemicals to keep her alive and paradoxically bleeding her out even faster.&nbsp; Warren clucked his tongue, this would not do at all, but after the first two girls he ha worked his skilled charms on perished he had learned.<br><br>Warren took out a vial of propranolol and drew out a measure for injection.&nbsp; He brought the needle to Ali's artery and injected her with it.&nbsp; He watched her to see if the beta-blocker was doing its job before continuing on.&nbsp; "Maria, if you would, wipe the rest of the blood off her chest and use some rubbing alcohol to make sure her cuts remain sterile."&nbsp; Warren turned for a moment to look at his other girl.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 16:32:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes of course Dr. Warren." Maria began to clean Ali up and made sure the alcohol sting like a bitch. Warren loved the screams, and Maria found such sweet music on a new girl screaming and feeling pain as her wonderful lover did his work. <br><br>She looked down at the girl and smiled, "yes keep screaming, he likes that, the more noise you make, the happier he is." Maria then kissed her on the cheek and looked back to Warren.<br><br>"All set Dr, she's been cleaned up, and again, that cut looks wonderful. You are doing such a fine job. She will be so easy to take care of with an incision like that." Maria then handed him some more tools, prepping him for the next phase. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 06:25:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali hissed more than a bit as the alcohol hit the open skin. It hurt like a motherfucker, especially when Maria dabbed at the cuts with the alcohol soaked gauze. She wanted to deny them of what they wanted but the pain was almost too much to bear. The shot he'd given her was probably something to slow blood flow to where she couldn't bleed out so her hopes of that were dashed. Maria's last comment let Ali know that she wouldn't be dying anytime soon. Was that a good thing? If they kept doing things like this to her then maybe it wasn't.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 16:12:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren took the tools from Maria's hands nodding as he set them next to the table for easy access.&nbsp; He then inserted a finger to see if his cut had sliced through to the bone.&nbsp; Hmm, it didn't feel like it.&nbsp; He took out the longer scalpel he used to flense skin cleanly off and looked down at Ali.&nbsp; "Now we're going to open you up properly, Ali and you can see your inner workings for the first time in your life."&nbsp; He then held up a corner of Ali's flesh cut from the incision and slid the scalpel under it cutting at the connective tissue, slicing through it cleanly as he lifted up the flesh using her ribcage as a guide to slide the scalpel downwards through Ali's flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>Warren's other hand gripped her soft pliant sheet of flesh and lifted it and peeled it aside as if turning a page in a book exposing the white bone of Ali's rib cage.&nbsp; With the professional grace of an expert surgeon, he made clean slow cuts until he reached Ali's side and stopped and left the flesh dangling there like a loose curtain.&nbsp; Warren looked for a moment at Ali.&nbsp; "Having fun, Ali?&nbsp; I bet you're learning more than you ever good in that school."&nbsp; He laughed as he turned his attention and bloody scalpel to the other half of Ali's body to flense her flesh so that she resembled an bleeding butterfly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 19:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali could hear the sadistic practically dripping from Warren's voice and she hated him for it. Hated herself for being stupid enough to agree to come to his home. "I'm having loads of fun, you self important ass." She was a little afraid of what pain would come from the sobbing that was about to start, but she was more afraid of what he'd do to her if she kept resisting him by not saying anything. Her screams had subsided just a bit, but they were due for a comeback any moment now. She glanced up at the mirror, big mistake, and saw her ribcage and all the bloody flesh just hanging there. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed for this to be over soon.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 15:45:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good, I'm most certainly glad you are my dear."&nbsp; That little spark of defiance in Ali made this little session so much more enjoyable.&nbsp; In time though, she would be able to speak those words with complete sincerity.&nbsp; All his girls did, appreciating what he had done for them.&nbsp; Warren turned to look at Maria who was had spent the most time with him and she had finally understood the love and effort that Warren had invested into her.&nbsp; "But keep your eyes open, Ali.&nbsp; I would hate for you to miss a single moment of this."<br><br>Warren put his scalpel down and pull out an spritzer filled with rubbing alcohol and began to spray Ali's exposed chest washing away the blood that had accumulated around her ribs exposing the throbbing flesh beneath.&nbsp; He watched as the pinkish fluid sluiced from her sides and onto the table leaving behind Ali perfectly cleaned looking like a display of ribs in the meat market.&nbsp; Warren turned to look at Maria, "Doesn't she look like a beauty?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 15:42:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria had a great appreciation for Warren's work and she stood there as he moved about cleaning Ali. She knew the alcohol would burn like a bitch, but they could not risk infection. She looked down at Ali and smiled, "Won't be long now." <br><br>She smiled at Warren as he spoke, "Oh yes, she is a beauty, and you've done such a fine job slicing her open. I swear, you missed your calling as a surgeon Warren. You are truly amazing." Maria leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, loving him for the way he did things. She could not wait until he broke Ali, then she could have her plaything and take her out to the puppies to play more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 16:51:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren returned Maria's kiss with one of his own. "Mmm, I save my best talents for my girls."&nbsp; He looked down to admire his handiwork having split Ali open before them.&nbsp; Warren felt the need to run his hands across Ali's torso feeling her viscera between his bare fingers.&nbsp; Some spoke of intimacy in such tawdry terms of having a bond and connection.&nbsp; That was not true intimacy, it took more than a bond but to also be able to know and appreciate every last aspect of a person.&nbsp; He put his hand down feeling the life heat from her quivering intestines seep into his flesh.<br><br>"How are we doing, Ali?"&nbsp; He spoke in a mild tone as he gently patted her organs as if giving her a reassuring massage.&nbsp; "Isn't this just much better than merely studying some health textbook on the human body?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>12-12-2011, 07:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali shuddered as Warren touched her, she felt cold but knew it was only because she was completely naked and cut open so her ribs were on display. The alcohol spray had brought tears to her eyes but she was doing her best to try to not cry in front of the deranged pair. She hated that he had stripped her of her dignity and the fact that she was displayed for the two of them like a piece of meat. No answer was given to Warren's specific question but she looked straight at him with the slightest amount of fear in her eyes. Although, Ali felt that fear throughout her body. "If you're going to kill me, just get on with it." She had no idea that she wasn't going to die, but be kept here against her will so the two could do whatever they wanted to her until they broke her down and she actually wanted to stay.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 18:50:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Kill you, now why would I want to do that sweetie?"&nbsp; The bloody scalpel paused, a Sword of Damocles in miniature over Ali.&nbsp; "I want to make sure that you're in fine condition.&nbsp; My girls deserve the very best in care and they'll get it."&nbsp; &nbsp; Warren had a look of warmth that seemed oddly misplaced on a man such as he.&nbsp; But then again after a few years, Warren was used to this sort of reaction from all of his girls.&nbsp; They never understood in the beginning how they had been blessed to be found by him and spirited away to his home.&nbsp; They would never know need or deprivation and they would have the best as his girls deserved.<br><br>But such understanding took time and Warren knew that the world bred cynicism so his battle to get them to see the light would be harder.&nbsp; Ali would see and understand though, Warren was quite confident that she was sharp enough to make this realization like Maria had.&nbsp; His scalpel was replaced by a shining needle long and silver and with a squeeze, Ali could see an amber bead peek out before a piece of gauze soaked it away.&nbsp; "I'm going to give you a shot and then I'll stitch you back up.&nbsp; You've been such a good girl today, Ali."&nbsp; Warren smiled as the shining needle penetrated her chest and into her heart.&nbsp; A solution of distilled nicotine was just what the doctor ordered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 19:40:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali was a little dumbfounded that this was going to be her life from now on and happy that she wasn't going to die, but also disappointed because she'd probably never be able to go back to her old life. Maria seemed brainwashed to actually be happy living this life and Ali didn't want to end up like that. She glanced down at herself and had to fight back tears because she was going to have scars now and her skin would never be as flawless as it used to be before all of this. <br><br>There was an amber-colored bead of liquid that came from the tip of the needle and she wondered what it was. She knew as soon as it hit her. Nicotine, Ali wasn't a big smoker but she had smoked before and it made her feel the way she did when she smoked a bit too much. A little light-headed and making her feel that nicotine high. She wondered what was going to happen after she was stitched back up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 01:44:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Almost a week later</strong><br><br>Ali's eyes fluttered open, she felt like shit and she really had no idea why. It felt like she had been asleep forever and it hadn't been the best sleep. She'd been plagued by strange nightmares, this man had been standing over and talking about she would learn to like it with him. She tried to get out of bed but found that she couldn't. Looking down, Ali saw that she was shackled to where she was laying and there was an I.V. in her. What the hell was going on? <br><br>She looked around the room she was in, it was dimly lit but she could still see. It was starting to feel like she was in an episode of Criminal Minds, she loved that damn show but she didn't want to live it. Her eyes spied something that looked like staples or stitches in a t along her chest and stomach, oh God, they hadn't been dreams. It had really happened. Now the girl was really starting to freak out and just wanted to get the hell away from wherever she was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 05:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria stepped in to check on their little patient and saw she was awake. "Warren will be so happy to know you are awake! You made it through the roughest part, it only gets better from here!" She kissed Ali on the cheek and presented her with a cup of water. "Here; drink it slow, I got you a pretty pink straw even so make it easier on you." Maria rubbed Ali's forehead as she watched the girl drink. "Ok, be good, I'll be right back with Warren." Maria practically skipped out of the room to let Warren know their new girl was awake. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 16:50:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren was up, doing some accounting work making sure that all of the house's finances were in order.&nbsp; While he wished that it was otherwise, this house needed legitimate money flowing through it to keep everything going.&nbsp; Some of the puppies would have to be shipped out in a few days and if the futures market held steady, that would be more money in the bank.&nbsp; Money they needed now that he had an extra guest in the house.&nbsp; A guest who had been more sensitive than he had supposed.&nbsp; After the first operation she had fallen into a deep sleep.&nbsp; While he had been checking up on her daily, she slumbered away.<br><br>Warren had to assure Maria, Ali was going to awaken and then yes he would allow her time to play with Ali.&nbsp; But that was three days ago, Maria constantly checked in on Ali, that he did know.&nbsp; Well, he would have to go down and check on Ali and make sure the IVs were doing their job.&nbsp; Warren got up and put away the books.&nbsp; After that?&nbsp; He would have Maria tend to his needs.&nbsp; He was out in the hallway when he ran into Maria who looked excited.&nbsp; 'What's the matter Maria?'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>26-10-2012, 20:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria saw Warren and she was as giddy as a school girl. "She's awake Warren! She's coherent! Your toy is awake and I gave her some water to make her feel better. She looks so pretty Warren, you did such a good job." maria hugged him tight and could not wait for him to check Ali over. In a few more days she might be able to come play with Maria and the dogs, and that made Maria very excited and happy. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 07:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'She's awake?'&nbsp; A look slipped over Warren, an expression familiar to Maria as he spoke.&nbsp; A look of hunger that he had when he was instructing Maria in the ways of the house and whenever Maria forced him to discipline her for her infractions.&nbsp; A hunger filled once the lesson was learned to his exacting standards.&nbsp; 'Of course she's pretty, Maria.&nbsp; I want only the prettiest girl to be your little sister.&nbsp; Although it will take some time to make Ali the prettiest she can be.'<br><br>The news put a spring into his step, Warren was tired before.&nbsp; But now?&nbsp; He wanted to have her laying on a table, spread out again as his blade stained itself red.&nbsp; Ali had such a nice scream that he was confident he could tease out of her.&nbsp; A fresh one that rung the air like no recording could ever match.&nbsp; A stamp unique to her, marking her differently from Maria.&nbsp; 'Tonight though, we will go down to see her before she has to rest.&nbsp; The teaching will begin once I think she's fit enough.'<br><br>Warren took Maria's hand.&nbsp; 'I want you to hold the lash when I teach.&nbsp; You must be strong for her sake.&nbsp; So that we can sand away her imperfections.&nbsp; You don't want her to be flawed like the other girls, don't you Maria.'&nbsp; There had been a few girls brought to the house before Ali, but they weren't worthy enough to be Maria's sister.&nbsp; So they had ended up being fed to the pack of boars that Warren had on the farm.&nbsp; 'Come on, let's go see her now.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 16:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria happily took his and and walked with him. She saw that devious twinkle in his eye, the one he had when he was lashing her with his whip for one reason or another. She was just happy that Ali was awake and that her new sister was coming along nicely, she would not meet a demise like the others. She knew Warren was a master at his craft and demanded nothing less than perfection. <br><br>"Oh yes, let's go see her Warren, I am sure you will be most pleased." She squeezed his hand tight and knew that if everything went right today and Warren remained in a good mood, there just might be a special treat for Maria that night. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 17:55:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'I'm sure I will.'&nbsp; The memory of Ali laying out, spread open with her body glistening under the lights grew stronger.&nbsp; In time Warren would teach her to love these sessions and understand why they were necessary.&nbsp; He had edges that could only be whetted in very specific ways and what he did, he did for their sake.&nbsp; Warren pulled on fresh rubber gloves and gave a pair for Maria to put on.&nbsp; Stepping into the room, a warm smile crept onto his face.&nbsp; 'I see you've decided to awaken after such a long nap.&nbsp; I was beginning to think you might sleep the entire month away...'<br><br>Warren moved to stand by the side of Ali's bed and gazed down at her lovingly.&nbsp; He ran his hand over his handiwork, feeling the raised lines of the stitching.&nbsp; 'How do you feel, Ali?&nbsp; If you're not feeling well I want to know about it.&nbsp; I won't let my darling girls suffer quietly, isn't that right?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 18:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali gratefully took a few sips of the water given to her by Maria, she was thirsty but still just wanted to find a way out. She heard two sets of footsteps coming towards the room that she was in and sighed softly. <em>God, just leave me alone and let me figure this out.</em> She looked up at Warren as he stepped into the room, Maria beside him. They both had gloves on, just like last time...not again, if it was going to be done to her again...she wished it would be later, not now.&nbsp; "Well, I was tired."<br><br>The psychology classes she'd taken weren't helping, she had only gotten to the very tip of the subject though. The only thing she could think of that could help her was that she was slightly obsessed with Criminal Minds and serial killer movies, okay...what always ended up saving girls? <em>Think, dammit, think</em> Playing along, yeah that was it. Ali just had to play along with whatever happened and hoped that it wouldn't be too bad. The muscles of her abdomen quivered slightly as he ran his hand along the stitching, it wasn't that sore..she just remembered how it had gotten there. "I'm feeling alright, I guess. Just a little confused." She was being honest with him, though she wasn't sure why..well, if she'd been completely honest she would have added scared to the end of that sentence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>31-10-2012, 05:26:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria placed the gloves on her long slender hands and went in with Warren. She watched as the two of them spoke,and he cheked on his work. He did such a fine job on Ali and she was pleased that Ali seemed to be cooperating. She liked this one. She would make such a lovely sister. Maria was just so happy that it roomed like Ali was the perfect subject for Warren's plans. <br><br>"You'll be ok little one, when you're ready we'll get to play together. I cannot wait." She then turned to Warren, "Are you ready for the next phase, is everything to your satisfaction?" She smiled wide and could not wait for Warren to mold and shape Ali to his perfect specifications. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 20:00:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren pressed his hand experimentally against Ali's forehead as he felt her temperature.&nbsp; Hmm, no fevers...her body was adjusting to the injection as expected.&nbsp; Good, a strong healthy body would serve Ali well in the coming weeks.&nbsp; Warren had high hopes that she would be strong enough to last.&nbsp; After all, he loved to play and it made him sad when his girls died on the table or left him after an untimely accident.&nbsp; Warren loved each one dearly and the death of any left him in a deep funk.&nbsp; He casually stroked Ali's cheek, feeling the definition of her strong cheekbones under her flesh.<br><br>'Of course, Maria.&nbsp; Could you bring over the tray of injections?&nbsp; I believe it's time for your sister to get her booster shots.'&nbsp; Warren smiled at Ali.&nbsp; Yes, he had an idea of what he was going to do next.&nbsp; Ali needed labeling just like Maria did when she laid on this table, years ago.&nbsp; 'And also a bottle of peroxide, I have to make sure Ali's perfectly clean.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 22:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria giggled and went to get the tray. She loved to watch Warren work on his girls. It was true though, some were just not up to par with his standards. They mysteriously went away and Maria never questioned where they&nbsp; went. Warren kept that dark part hidden from Maria's fragile ego. <br><br>She placed the bottle of peroxide on the tray as well along with gauze and sterile cotton. "Here you are Warren, all ready to go." She placed the try down next to him and looked down at Ali, "You are in excellent hands, no worries little sister." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 23:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				'Thank you, Maria.' Warren gave her a kiss, enjoying her taste and presence besides him.&nbsp; He turned to open the bottle of peroxide and soaked a piece of gauze in it.&nbsp; Then Warren began to wipe Ali's body with the cold gauze, covering each inch of her naked body in peroxide.&nbsp; 'Doesn't this feel good, to be so clean Ali?'&nbsp; Warren looked down and noticed the bush of pubic hair.&nbsp; 'Looks like someone doesn't shave herself regularly.'&nbsp; Warren tsked Ali as if speaking to a child.&nbsp; 'So much hair is unsightly.&nbsp; Maria, be a dear and shave your sister while I finish cleaning her up.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 02:39:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria blushed hard when he gave her that kiss, any amount of affection was what made her happy. She was so in love with Warren and truly understood all his methods. She watched carefully as Warren cleaned Ali with the peroxide. It made Maria all tingly inside to watch him do what he did best. <br><br>She nearly bust forth with joy when he told her to shave Ali. She loved this part, and Maria nearly squealed with delight. "Oh yes Warren, Ok, I will do that!" Maria ran into the other room and got the electric razor and beamed from ear to ear. It was freshly leaned and with a new blade on it. She plugged it in and stood between Ali's legs. "You are gonna love this, it makes you vibrate all over!" She turned on the razor and pressed it against Ali's nethers sending this deep vibration through her little sisters body, eager to hear Ali moan and hopefully cum for her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 04:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I usually do but I've been a little tied up over the past week so obviously couldn't." It had always been hard for Ali to keep her mouth shut and being here really made no difference in that. Least not yet. She tried but even as a child, she often said things before thinking. The girl suppressed the urge to roll her eyes as Maria rushed off to do exactly as Warren told her to. Playing along with all of this would be harder than she thought.<br><br>She couldn't help but to moan softly as the razor vibrated against her, it had been a seriously long time since anyone else had touched her. Actually had been a while since she'd touched herself, she'd been really really really busy 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 16:11:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marie smiled so wide as she heard Ali moan, the razor was doing it's work so nicely. She ran it up and down Ali, giving her a nice deep clean shave. She went slowly, making sure not to miss a hair and make Ali grow more and more aroused. The girl would be begging for release, not something Maria could grant, no, not at all. Only Warren could permit Ali to cum. For now though, Maria took great pride in seeing Ali squirm and pant, knowing just how the girl felt. She loved the feeling of the electric razor and Warren had made Maria cum more that a few times this way. But for now, it was all about Ali and moving onto the next phase of training. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Methodology of Participant Observations </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirinis</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 17:29:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Warren looked up to watch as Maria played the razor over Ali's cunny shaving off every last bit of hair from there.&nbsp; He was so happy that Maria was getting into the good work of preparing Ali.&nbsp; Of all the girls that had been in his life, Maria was invaluably quick at picking up how to do things.&nbsp; After she had been weaned off of the bad habits of her old life, Maria was quite enthusiastic in helping out with him out with whatever needed to be done.&nbsp; <br><br>Now she was using that razor like a vibe, getting Ali all nice and warmed up in that same way that Warren had used on her.&nbsp; Hmm, that gave him ideas for later.&nbsp; Strapping Maria into a swing and shaving her clean as well...&nbsp; Smiling, Warren finished giving Ali her peroxide bath and pulled the tray with needles closer to him.&nbsp; He took the first vial filled with a liquid vitamin supplement and drew out a shot.&nbsp; With a precise eye, Warren found a vein and swiftly jabbed her arm and injected the shot.&nbsp; Then came a shot of dilute amphetamines, something to keep her blood pulse up and drive up the excitement she was getting with playing with Maria.&nbsp; Finally a shot of nicotine to keep her strung out.<br><br>'There that wasn't so bad was it?' Warren smiled as he took a step back to admire Maria's handiwork.
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