“Are you kidding me?” “The overnight printer ran the job, ten-thousand pages,” he said and pulled out a single sheet pointing to the ink that ...ad bled and blotted, ruining the entire job. “And he didn’t re-run it?” “He was out of print stock…it’s just arrived.” “I don’t have time! Give it to someone else, I have three jobs to get out before the afternoon…” she indignantly spewed as if she had a say in the matter. “I’m giving it to you…” he retorted with a frown, his intense green eyes tightened. "You think she's going to fall in love with you, just because you use that cheap spray?"He turned to grab my Enchanting Beauty Cream from the counter. "Hey! Give that to me!" I said; but he held it over his head."Enchanting Beauty, huh?" he mocked. Then he began to read the label. "Get more beautiful and radiant, by applying this cream two times a day." He read it as if he were in a commercial. I grabbed it from him. He laughed, "I didn't know they put miracles in a bottle." Jerk!" I said and. Please." I know it must hurt. I was just trying to ease the pain, before we try another one," Miss Casey said, reaching for another clip. "But, since you insist."Denise's poor nipple was in too much pain to tolerate the other clamp. "Wait-wait-it's okay," she said. "I didn't know."Miss Casey continued to sensually manipulate the small pink disc capped with an eraser-like nub, until Denise could barely stand. "Okay, let's try the other one now." This time when she applied another clamp, Denise. ?You have punished yourself today because you did something wrong. You have punished yourself and deserve forgiveness but you cannot be forgiven until you have confessed your transgression. You don’t know me and will likely never see me again so I am the perfect person to hear your confession and forgive you. Tell me what you did that merited this punishment. Just start your story at the beginning.?She looked down at the bra in her hands and thought about the pain it had caused her throughout.