She looked exquisite."Eddie, go get us some beverages," she ordered."Yes ma'am," he replied and immediately crawled off to the kitchen while we sat do...n in front of her coffee table.While Eddie served us, Roxanne proceeded to tell me how the relationship worked. Even though Eddie was in the room, we talked as though he wasn't there and he did not make a peep. Roxanne told us these were the rules. In her world, men were never to speak unless they were spoken to first by a woman. Eddie was. Finally I decided on a tight blue tank top and a matching G-string. She gave me an evil look before disappearing to change. A minute later she called me into the spare room where two single beds and a TV with a DVD player were set up. She had already climbed into bed under the covers. “Hey I want to see that outfit on you!” I squealed as I leapt onto her bed and wrestled with the sheets. She put up a good fight and exhausted I climbed into my own bed, disappointed. We decided on ‘American Pie’. Because Lindsey was usually very conservative in her drinking habits, I can't say that I'd ever noticed that she was a talker before.Well, that's not exactly true; I had noticed that when Lindsey got tipsy she'd talk a lot. But because of the situations we'd generally found ourselves in when she'd got tipsy, I'd always assumed that it was because alcohol lowered her sexual inhibitions a little. For some reason I'd always taken the chat for nervous talk. I told you there were a few times when. Still weak from waking, new girl gives up the fight. Her head lolls to the left, and she regards me blearily. I try to convey some kind of reassurance with my eyes— And now her expression is that of utter horror. As if she has seen a true devil. She screams and bounces and struggles. This time she doesn’t flail her head around, though. She won’t stop looking at me. What is wrong with her? Why is she reacting this way to me? I’m no danger. I’m strapped in, just like her. And I don’t know her—.