“Who was that girl, that Bond girl in Dr. Now?”“Shirley Trout. You know, the one that sang “Downtown.”Number Two used his finger to make a c...rcle around his ear. Marge’s lost it. He whispered, “It’s Shirley Tuna.”Bar culture.I left my change — $14.25 for the house. Thought about buying a round, but decided against it. Too memorable.The Hakleford sniffed the air, “Don’t barf.”“No guarantees.”As we waited, I thought back to Frenchy’s. To the old boy nodding along to “My Way.”I sighed. Yes, I had. The bracelet has 2 buttons on it, one shaped like aY and one shaped like an N. From this point forward, if that's yourchoice, you will not speak without my express permission ever again. TheY button will indicate a positive response and the N button willindicate a negative."Before she had finished speaking I was already moving to open the boxand put my new speech synthesizer in place. The bracelet was about thesize of a watch, in pink and lavender like all of my other attachments.It closed with. She'd never admit but Jennifer was addicted to my cock. She was a novice cock sucker, having only sucked dick once or twice in college and never any time since. Her ex-husband worked a lot and never asked for one, opting to get head from whichever assistant he was screwing at the time. Jen loved to vent to me about Philip after a hard day at school. She said I was a good listener and it helped her get over him as well. I had study hall for third period, and Jennifer had a free period so that. Her account concluded, I returned her to her cage for the night, removing the plug only after she had been imprisoned. The stream of expletives that emerged once the plug was removed was as though a verbal enema had been administered to her. I left her shouting and cursing to sleep as best she could, suspecting that the effect of her efforts in the day would soon overcome her anger and frustration at the manner of her use.At the end of the week, Helena was no more compliant without the.