In the wall above the table, someone had embedded a shiny piece of metal that served as a mirror.The room smelled fresh, without a hint of mustiness, ...hough from all the rock and stone Brigit saw in the corridors, she thought they might be underground or in a cave. Now she found the source of the freshness. High on the wall over their beds, a vent circulated air through the slatted metal. Next to it was a circle of glass—a window. After her days in dark isolation, Brigit couldn’t get enough of. ”Leanne nodded and walked into the living room. I set her overnight bag on the kitchen table and followed her.She asked, “Can we sit together on the couch?”“I'd like that.” We sat down. For a moment we were both silent. Finally Leanne said, “I sort of understand why I acted the way I did this past week, but it was still stupid.”“It was the first time we tried something like that. You and Randy have a lot of history, a lot of complicated history. He wasn't a good choice.”Smiling, Leanne said,. " She paused than then went on, "You luckedout. Look at me. I got stuck with a sissy who voluntarily put himselfinto chastity, if you can believe that. Got off on the idea of playingkinky games. But I decided to keep playing after he wanted it to stop."She chortled. "And now look at my Katy." Seems an appropriate fate for a womanizer." That's what I thought, after I discovered that he had gotten backtogether with the one he bedded between you and me. But now he doesn'thave that option. . ?Oh my word,?groaned Spence, feeling a twitch down in his balls, ?oh fuck me backwards.? ?Fuck herbackwards,? said the old man next to him, ?backwards forwards sideways and any whichways if you?re the lucky one.???Here she is gentlemen,? the landlordrepeated, ?our very own English Rose. Miss Kimberly Heston,eighteen years of age. All of you here know young Kimberly, you willhave seen her collecting your empty glasses or empying your ashtray for you.Now for one lucky fellow here tonight she?s.