It was the last number... she found her own condition was not much better and was grateful to lean against her husband's tall form and let him pilot h...r over the dance floor. Suddenly she heard a well-remembered husky voice and found that Ray was disentangling her arms from his neck. John Blodgett had cut in on them!All the liquor she had consumed was racing through her blood, and Sally could not for the life of her remember... ah, yes, he wanted to ask her something. She let herself be pressed. Emma giggled, as she thought, after all her work on that gown, how long would it take for him to have her out of it?Nine days before the prom, she had debated whether to go, or not. The gown could be used for some other occasion. Then, the college secretary had come to tell her that there was, “A Professor Christian Parsons, asking for you on the office phone.” The secretary was new and hadn’t recognized the name.An excited Emma knew exactly who it was. Why would he be ringing her now? It was. I can float you until payday. No sweat.” I didn’t like owing anyone, let alone my friends. Especially my friends.“Look at it this way, you owe me five hundred silver if you don’t repay me by the end of year.”“Deal.” I could do that. That was fair. I would not sell 500 silver for only 160K.A quick personal loan of 1% interest per month due in full by the end of the year, with a guarantee of 500 silver, was quickly signed by us.Four hours later, I tossed the keys to Ed, she and the gang took. He left on his white stocking and high heeled shoes. And ofcourse, the bow in his head stayed on. Looking demurely at me, heshuffled into the room as I nodded towards the bondage bench.He cautiously approached the purpose-built bench and slowly drapedhimself across it. He laid himself horizontally across the padded beam onhis stomach with his arms and legs hanging down towards the polishedfloor. He had to readjust himself a few times to get in the correctposition. Months of practice had taught.