'You do want to be dominated by our younger members don't you? They'll soon wear the black of our coven, and you'll find their spite most invigorating...' Arne whimpered through the gag and nodded obediently as he watched the lithe forms of teenage girls eagerly select whips and canes from a closet opened by Agatha, others staring with cruel delight at the admission which would receive their spite. Bathsheba grinned as Agatha joined her and the two made it obvious they were to depart, leaving him. He walked in and made an unconscious sniff when he caught sight of her."I missed you at dinner," she said quietly, not looking up."I got dinner out. Me and Barry and Hitch went over to Lula." Oh." She knew what that meant. A bar there. They went because it got a younger crowd, even some college kids. She didn't even care anymore about Hobart eying girls half his age. It was just that he'd come home to her, and she wouldn't measure up. And he'd blame her."Is that meatloaf I smell?" It had. She just wanted to ignore Darcy’s endless monologue and keep looking for the little sparkles of gold and green in among the hazel. But Darcy clearly wasn’t going to stop asking until she got an answer, so Lia just humored her with a muttered, ‘Yes,’ and went back to her study of Darcy’s irises. It was tiring, but Lia felt like she would lose track of everything if she blinked. She felt impossibly certain about it, as if she was remembering a lesson she’d learned in some long forgotten freshman. What ‘eeyore’ and I choose to do is our own business, and as consenting adults we weren’t hurting anybody, but I was buggered if I was going to helo somebody else cheat on his girlfriend… plus can you inagine the aftermath had she found out!!! It’s never the blokes fault…. oh no it’s always down to some slutty little slag leading the poor little man astray….. Anyway rant over (apologies for that folks) let’s just say we didnt carry on down that road! The third… was female… but I’ll go into that.