Like tax, part of the price of doing work. She did learn to avoid the sleazier ones, the types who suggested that she might like to party with them an... their friends that weekend.There were more scenes with two or more guys, more gangbangs, some humiliation and the start of BDSM. Like I thought, most of the BDSM scenes had been faked and that was okay with her; the restraints were never over-tight, the light floggers used on her didn’t sting or leave a mark, and she found that she quite enjoyed. But it had to be her. "Hi, sweetie, how's our two gals?" Was her."Hi, Rob. Renee is doing a lot better. She has a little headache, but she's just about completely over it. Still feels like she lost a six hour chunk of her life, just about like I did. She wants to see you. They told her mom she'll be able to take her home this morning, so she'll make the 11:00 class that she needs to get to. Ruthie and I had some interesting bits of conversation, when both of us were awake at the same time, that. "What have you been up to?" I asked as she walked into the study room and dropped her back pack on the table. "Your text was a little late tonight." Am I really that predictable?" She asked."Yeah, I usually hear from you before six, and tonight it was after seven. I'd almost given up on you."Cassie walked over and gave me a quick sisterly kiss on the cheek, and said, "Don't ever give up on hearing from me, Tim! I've sent you a text every evening since you left home! That's what, going on two. I loved it and so did all the other dudes!The night wore on and everybody was getting drunk, except Kristine of course. I ended up in the Kitchen with Kristine and we were talking about how everything was going and how much fun everybody was having. I asked her how she liked her costume. She said she was surprisingly very comfortable and felt sexy being a dead zombie or whatever she was. I told her she was very sexy and I was beyond horny. For some reason she hadn’t been her usual horny.