“Do as you wish, Doc,” Silvia shouted from the kitchen below. “I’ll check in with your two later. Use the playroom in the loft, please. I just never know who might come to that front door and peer in to see what aberrations we are indulging in out here.”
“Come on, Slave,” Jean said to Anne, grabbing a handful of the boy/girl’s medium length, dark brown hair and pulling her towards the small playroom at the rear of the second floor. Once inside the room, the Doc pushed Anne over to the sturdy hitching post, which was actually a railing made from two-inch steel pipe, padded with closed cell foam and mounted in the concrete floor. This basic design was to form the core of one of Silvia’s later projects, The Bar Room. Looking a bit like a common hitching rail but more often seen by Silvia’s c
