.As I entered the room, I saw Terri in supplicant position, on her knees, head to the floor, one hand extended. She was being whipped with a belt by a...man I didn't know. She wasn't cowering from his strokes; she was begging to be allowed to speak by wildly pointing to her mouth."STOP!" I yelled.I placed myself between Terri and the man, who was still trying to whip her."Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked, in a deceptively mild voice, holding his eyes with my own.Margaret,. A strong pull on the leash made me step in, and my fears andanxiety returned upon seeing the crown in the club - leather and latex,straps and belts, heels, boots, and hungry eyes, drinking in myhumiliation and degradation. We walked to the bar through the seat ofbodies and hands, touching, grouping, pulling on me from all directions.She sat on the bar stool in the dark corner of the bar (a drink almostmagically appeared in front of Her) and positioned me to stand next toher in a spotlight. It was eerie, though. Looking around, the campus was deserted. The other students from the writing class had already dispersed, and it seemed that the prof and I were the only two people walking around outside at that moment.At that moment he stopped and glanced behind him. "Oh, it's only you, Eve," he said in his British accent."Yeah. It's only me. I'm just headed to the cafÈ for a cup of coffee before I head home." I don't know why I said that."Me too. Care to join me?"I walked with. "You won't respect me now! I'm nothing but a whore from the wrong side of town," she cried."Oh Dee-Dee; that's not so. I love you honey! I love you!"Donna's eyes glinted evilly in the darkened car as she threw her arms around Tremont Joyner Bouvier and pulled him close so that her ample breasts pressed into his chest. She kissed him and slid her tongue tentatively into his mouth."Oh Trey; you are a gentleman and I adore you," she smiled and kissed him again.When Trey dropped her off her at her.