She watched Amy wriggle into a short red crinkle broom skirt that barely hid her shapely bottom, in fact it didn’t if she bent over or spun quickly,...a move Amy had perfected in several years of ballet classes. “Omigod, Amy!” Rachel had said, noticing the lack of underwear and being very familiar with Amy’s marshy wetness, “Seriously, you’re wearing that skirt without panties? The way you gush over him you’ll be dripping your DNA all over his house.” “I hope he notices,” Amy replied as she did. But I felt sorryfor the loser, so now I'm making her pansy fantasies come true. Sheloves to play at being my maid, to be ordered around, and to getdisciplined whenever she steps out of line." From Martin she demanded,"Don't you, Muffin?" Yes, Ma'am," he answered submissively."Well," Bull snapped, "go grab me a beer, Muffy. And make it quick,unless you want some of that discipline." He pretended to think ofsomething and went on, "Oh, wait. You really do want it." He gave abroad wink. "And. “Mine hasn’t changed much. It’s not even worth showing you. The description of Rampage changed to reflect my control over it and that’s kinda it.”“What did I tell you two about obsessing over stats?” Roddrick said, back from whatever Axel had him doing.“To be fair, it’s been a while since we checked,” Axel said.“Your thoughts?”“It’s OK, I guess.”“I know these numbers don’t reflect everything, but it sure would feel good to see the improvement,” Rayner said, shoulders slumped.Roddrick nodded in. " I know, Brian," the voice told me. "I just hope Frank changes hisways before he gets into some real trouble." Me too. Thanks for the warning," I nodded. "I guess I should takehim home before he does get us into some trouble."I put my arm around Frank's shoulder pulled him out of the bar. He wasa bit tipsy and, having already struck out with all the girls in theplace, didn't put up much of a fight.On the way home, Frank continued to mutter about what happened at thebar."I just want to find.