Tom felt more helpless and vulnerable than sexy and his n*****s hurt like hell. He had lost all feeling of individuality as vendors ignored him while discussing his fate with Fran. As they walked through the mall to the jewelers, astonished shoppers saw his expression of anguish and may have thought of him as a captive being punished. Fran told the jeweler she wanted small silver rings, just large enough to hang weights on. Also, she didn't want the weights to slip back and forth on the rings but rather, cause the ring and n****e to twist with each swing. The jeweler said he would notch the inside bottom of each ring to prevent slippage.
Fran called the number crammed into the slit in Tom's jeans. Ruth answered and gave Fran the address. "You are bringing Tommy, right?"
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