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Chapter Eight Using The Agricultural Agent For Non-AG Purposes On a whim, one warm evening, as I sat on the portico of the house with Jan, the realtor/county agricultural agent, at my feet and a warm beer in my hand, the thought of investigating the tower bubbled up in my alcohol-soaked brain. Jan was comfortably hog-tied in one of her favorite postures. This consisted of heavy chains with ankles pulled up to a locking metal clamp on the base of her pony tail. The chain passed through a stout pulley and descended back to another pulley on the ass hook and then back to the combination hinged metal bit gag in her mouth. This clever pulley system linking ankles to ass, to hair, to mouth was functional, but worked better, I eventually discovered, with rope instead of chain because the chain