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e I have at the farmhouse; I mean as
authentic-looking a dungeon as he can come up with. And I sup-
pose I don't even mean "authentic," I mean something redolent of
old B-movies -- after all, that's our image of what a dungeon is.
So the walls appear to be stone, and there are stuffed rats in
strategic places, one or two of which are even equipped to pro-
duce sound effects. There are torches stuck in the wall, and
"cobwebs," and so on. There are several cells, all fully func-
tional and well-equipped with chains and ring bolts. Does he
plan on bringing another woman down there with me? Another man?
Another couple? He won't say; Roger hates to talk about a
project before it's done. I wouldn't even have known about the
dungeon plans, except that I went wandering around his house one
of the first mornings I was there -- Roger was still spread-
eagled to the bed, so he couldn't really stop me. The torture
chamber, I'm told, will be in the laundry room -- games are one
thing, but having clean clothes is still important. That's one
of the parts that isn't finished yet; with Roger, though, I'm not
worried about more pain than I find stimulating.
While waiting for the dungeon to b
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