But first of allyou're going to have to pay for insulting us like you did. Oh yeah, you're pretty handy with that mouth, all right, well, soon I'm pla...ning to feel that mouth around my dick. You're going to suck our cocks, and show you've learned your lesson." "No way fag, let me go!" I screamed.Ryan's face got very hard, his eyes got very small, and when he spoke, his voice came out so low that he was almost whispering. "Shit," He said. "You fancy smart-ass college boy piece of crap! I think. Had Castwich told her of my work I wondered? Did she harbour desires of being treated as Helena was, perhaps?As Julian completed his tasks at the Plan I permitted myself a few moments imagining the girl impaled on the Orrery or crouching in the cage at Highgate. It was a pleasant diversion.Julian put down the last of his markers. He, too, caught the girl's glance, frowned at her and took me by the arm. "Let us go," he said, "where our discussions will not disturb essential work." He drew me out. ‘Not the other way around.’ An inch to the right. ‘Fucking little twit! She doesn’t even know how to seduce a non-Sib.’ An inch below. ‘God! You’re not even pissed about it.’ An inch above. ‘I would have LOVED to fuck you and Jason at the same time.’ I placed the crop dead center again. I walked around front and smiled at her a second before bringing the sting of the crop down on top of her bellybutton. Her eyes burned, and she cursed me. I stared into her eyes until she silenced. A half-hour. This or Miss That, but I was always Lucy. He didn't look at me when he asked today. Instead he just walked right by my desk, as if he was addressing it, instead of me. I just can't figure him out. Some days, he looks right at me with those dark green eyes and speaks, “Coffee Lucy.” I am always caught speechless, before finally answering, “Yes, of course Mr. Chambers.” I don't know if he finds it humorous or annoying. Some days, like today, he doesn't even acknowledge me. But it's no matter. He.