She did remember this paddle; she had more than one experience with it. Sometimes she would be standing, sometimes bent over the stool or even over hi... knee (a particular favorite of hers), she'd had dealings with this paddle before. And it was very effective in getting her attention too!"Tell me again, what's your safeword, slut?" he asked."Camaro Master," she said."Good. That's right," he said, "Are you ready to begin?" Yes Master," she said. He drew his arm back and she tightened up. ” Heather goes, Angela says, “Don’t drink too much.” “I know you can drive, you’ve done it before when I was drunk, and you may do it again.” “I didn’t like having to drag your ass in. No.” “Fine, I’ll only have 2 glasses, one before and one during. Remember it’s all on me, get what you want.” “It’s your grave, if you say so.” “Very funny.” Their drinks come, he says, “Take the bottle with you. I can’t drink too much tonight.” “Very well, you know what you want?” Angela says, “Chicken. My dad had a cowboy outfit, complete with holster and cap gun, tucked away in a closet. I pulled it out and tried it on. It fit well enough, and with a cheap felt cowboy hat that I found scrunched up and stuck in a corner of the closet, I was set for the party.I got over to Molly's early to help the girls get the basement decorated. The Navarrones and the O'Tooles were all there, except for Heather, busy getting sodas packed in ice, black lights hung up, streamers and fake spider webs strung.. Her and i started talking but nothing serious. She would invite us(my friend and i and other) over to her place to drink and hang out. One night, maybe two week later, she invited all of us over again, but i couldn't make it. My friend and other were drinking and everybody left home except him. He wanted to try to hit it one more time(by this time i had hit it a few times already) so he stay the night. He did end up fucking her that night and another night later down the road(i didn't find out.