Now was the time for it, and I gave him one heck of a surprising phone call."Russ? Hello, this is your old friend Jonny ... how are you doing?" Jon! I...m doing okay; I suppose ... how did you get this number? Is it is safe?" Everything's secure. That idiot Wes and his buds have killed Mr. DeLuca. Blew up his house yesterday in Palm Springs. I've got the prick Marlon Simms bragging about it on tape if you want to hear it." Fuck. You know this means war?!" Abso-fucking-lutely. I assume, of course,. She fastened the ankle cuff at one end around my left ankle. "Spread em, slave," she ordered in a strict, no-nonsense tone. I separated my feet as much as I could, and she fastened the other cuff around my right ankle. Now just the tips of my toes were resting on the floor, and my wrists were taking most of my weight. "And now, slave, we have a few additions to make to your wardrobe," she said. She left the cell and removed a leather hood from one wall. She stepped inside and began to pull it. Ashley and I sat in the back of the squad car and waited for him to wrap up the report from the other driver. Once he finished he came back and asked us if we had anywhere to go. We did not have anywhere to go and he could not take us back to her dorm because it was out of his jurisdiction, so he offered to take us to a motel. So anyway, the cop proceeded to turn on his lights and siren and floor it to the hotel like there was a fire or something, which was pretty damn cool. I don’t know if you. Thank you, Tim.”“There isn’t anything to thank us for, Marie. The only thing worthy of being given love is to return it.”“You four live that here. I felt it even from Barb and Helen who I didn’t really know.” She moved her eyes from the TV screen to the activity on the floor. “How do you do it, Tim? How do you see what is on the screen, the activity on the floor in front of us, and you holding me in your lap when I am nearly naked, and you don’t even try to take even a little advantage of me..