"Last time I saw her, she was wiping Seamus off her lips. Cow." Lavender took a deep breath. "Let's go get some lunch and then send Ron his present."-...---------Ron was just packing up and getting ready to go home, when an unrecognized owl dropped a small package on his desk. The owl didn't even wait for a treat, just kept right on going. "Well, what have we got here?" Ron asked the empty room, assuming it was from his wife. He flipped the package over and opened the delivery card. On the card. The older woman sat kind of dazed and simply looked up at Jennie.“Here,” Jennie said in a really angry voice: “Put on these ‘fuck me’ shoes.”She threw the black spike heeled shoes at Kristen, hitting her with them. Kristen scrambled to put he shoes on.Jennie pulled the knife that she’d used earlier out of the bag again.Kristen reacted immediately: “Ohhhh, nooooo, please!”Jennie just slapped Kristen’s face again:“Don’t fucking talk again unless I tell you to; understand?”“Yes, Mistress!” Kristen. ”“Tequila!” Tim laughed as Lisa felt the front of her shirt absorb the booze that didn’t make it down her throat.Before she could finish her sentence, she found the bottle back for another go. This time Steve did better, and she swallowed it all. It was more than a sip. Even more than a shot.“Ok, that’s...” Another drink. She pushed the bottle away, “I’m good!”She hadn’t even noticed that Tim had pulled over. She was too busy trying to deal with the two sets of hands now patting her down, the. Any sort of middle ground she imagined she knew would be a fiction. * * * * * * * Alex tipped his hand at his own eagerness by giving her the cue to scream far too early. He chased the final group of the night out of the room with urgency. Alone. They were alone. Alex lifted the wig from his head to reveal his dark, mopish curls beneath. He bent the arm attached to his earpiece so the mouthpiece was in place. He tapped his foot as he looked at his watch for sixty long seconds. They were the.