I completed the information and e-mailed it to Savanna before showering and heading over to see Sam. A few times a week we met with Terri for breakfas... and today was one of those day. I slipped on a pair of knee length baggy Sierra shorts, they were actually the type of pants with the zip off legs, and a blue Colombia wicked shirt. I grabbed a sun hat and scrunchie for Sam and hopped in the TJ. Since dating Sam I really had not done much work on the TJ, even though I had plenty of bolt-ons to. "Oh I'm going to break up with him alright. But before I do...I'm going to get him back. This is the third time I've caught him." "What you need is the gay maker," Frank said. "Dude...that's pretty rash," Jerry said. "This guy is fucking it up for the rest. He's pissing off all the women and giving guys a bad name. Besides, this is my sister man. I can't let that son of a bitch fuck around on her and get away with it. It's better for us if he plays for the other team."Jenny wasn't sure what. " I answered quickly, I wasn't going to allow myself to be pressured into drinking."Tonight, you wanna drink, you can't wait to drink. You won't even care what it is or how much." Explained Jessica"Fine." I answered. Let her think I'm gonna drink. Maybe now they'll leave me alone about it."As a matter of fact, tonight I think you should just have fun. You're gonna do whatever Carol and I do." Jessica continued.I didn't even reply this time, but strangely enough, a nice cold beer did sound good. Then his hands focus on my other ankle, and again I feel the soft bonds of a man's tie around my ankle tieing me tightly to the other front chair leg. My open blouse exposes the see-through black bra that barely covers my nipples. I feel a rope tighten around my chest and tie me to the chair. He makes a figure eight as he wraps the rope over one breast and under the next, then round the chair, and again under one breast and over the other. The silence is deafening as I feel myself becoming so.