There were little stickers you could put in your cube that said 'Free Expression Zone' to clarify things -- but I digress, again ... The point was tha... someone had generated a little sticky-note form that allowed you to stick a 'personal ad' to the waiver, telling the recipient that not only was it safe to play, but how interested the girl was and in what. The thing had been written tongue in cheek, with entries like:"Sex: (Circle All Applicable) Male Female Hermaphrodite. We had gone to the cinema to see a movie and I suggested, if she wanted, to stay over at mine. She called home and her parents agreed, as I had met them and I wanted her to meet my father.We got in around eleven and by then daddy was well on his way to being drunk, but he was super kind and complementary to Sue, who was suddenly doe eyed and attentive to my fathers needs.He told her to ignore those boys who insulted her, if he was years younger he would chase her to be his girlfriend, and she. It's you who're in the wrong place." I want to go home," she said lamely. "If Mark isn't here, I've nothing to do here."Billy smiled. "Oh, but you do, I'm afraid." His hand dipped into his pocket and came out with a huge--to her--revolver.Desirée felt her knees going weak, felt a trickle of urine, which she quickly stopped by tightening the exercise-strengthened muscles between her legs. "What--what do you want with me?"Billy's eyes blazed and there seemed to be a madness in them.. "It takes two wicked fornicator's to do what you both done,this wicked wench was in control of her own actions,she is as guilty as you,my boy ",the Abbot said ,looking at Alison who still stared at the floor.Alison looked up and said, " Please ,Abbot,forgive us,we were sinful ,I more that Mark,I could not satisfy myself,I had to feel his body next to me,please deal with me more severely," Alison begged before returning her gaze to the floor."Wicked harlot,you both will receive equal.