I'm a possession, you see, not merely a wife."”Okay,” I nod and then venture, “So who's the lucky man? Anyone I'd know?"She hands me her glass. ...Excuse me a moment; the champagne, you know,” she says and steps behind a clump of bushes.Being a gentleman, I turn away but my imagination runs riot as I hear the tinkle of her peeing."I have a tissue,” I offer.I'm rewarded with a smile when she reappears."No need, thank you. I used my panties." She presses a scrap of very damp lace into my hand.. Because Tiffany had been carrying too many things in her hands, she had not been able to get a proper grip on Janet. The things she brought scattered, and Janet was able to force Tiffany onto her chest with her arms wrenched behind her back. Janet saw the handcuffs on the bed, picked them up and locked Tiffany's hands behind her back. They were both panting from the fight. "What do you think you were doing?" gasped Janet. Tiffany didn't reply, but instead remained silent. "Well?" . “Why?” Kia grumbled before hurrying out a fake. “Yes, how did you know that?”“I’m friends with Dashawn, he’s almost a stalker.” I had to force the laugh at my friend. “Maybe we try and get them together?”It was a plan I had considered a couple of days ago. Now, I hated it. Remembering the girls back inside the box was never as clear as remembering the girls outside from the box. I still felt that flutter of affection and infatuation and giddiness. I had lost my virginity last night. I hadn’t. "What? Is this your boyfriend?" the non-bald member of the duo said to the schmuck."No, but maybe I'm on the hunt for one. How about I make you my girlfriend?" I said.Homophobia runs deep in guys like this. I may have been angry, but I was still in total control. I wanted them to instigate things, just in case this escalated to the point where the police were called. Playing on their innate prejudices seemed like the way to get them to step things up.The people around us could clearly tell.