“Well, well, well. It looks as if somebody likes the thought of his wife being a dirty little slut. Would you like to hear more?” I asked, to whic... he just said, “Yes, please.” “Alright,” I said, “But you just may want a divorce when I'm done telling you what a filthy cock slut I am. But first, do you know the two reasons why I get my cunt waxed regularly? Well, three reasons actually. The first is because it helps my leotards and yoga pants show off my perfect cameltoe at the gym. And the. Kelly this pissed, and certainly never this pissed and calm. Kyle watched Kristine's big green eyes look down as her mouth shaped the word, "Fuck." Come with me, Ms. Marin. Right now." Dr. Kelly was seething and Kristine was terrified. She timidly stood, unable to look up. She was shaking slightly for she realized she screwed up big time and may have possibly ruined the night's performance. Dr. Kelly quickly turned away from her and led her to the library. All she could think about was she. I thought it was some sort of prank, at first, and I still wish it were. I slid it into the unused VCR and I reclined back onto the couch. The picture took a few moments to stabilize. It showed an empty, windowless room with a small bed in the far corner and a toilet mounted into the floor beside it. The smooth, grey walls and concrete floor signaled that it was a prison. For nearly a minute, nothing happened. What a lame joke, I thought to myself as I reached for the. That's part of your lesson Mrs. Jamison. You must look at them and listen while I read these lewd, filthy descriptions to you. Do you hear me, Mrs. Jamison?" No!" she heard herself cry out. "No, I... I won't! Oh, God, I can't!" The hell you can't!" Samuels's wizened face turned more ugly. "You'll goddamned do what I tell you to do! That is, if you want me to go on being kind, Mrs. Jamison. If not, then I'll take these to my superiors, I'll report you, I'll make out like you've been sending.