Rebecca smiles thankfullyand asks almost cheerily, "What's next?"Ruby chuckles, "See! She's a slut" and she leads the way to one of theother rooms.The... go down a short hallway into a room that looks more like a dungeonthan a bedroom. The only way to recognize it as a bedroom is the beditself, otherwise, the room is equipped with shackles around theheadboard, a spreader bar at the foot of the bed, and another spreaderbar suspended from the ceiling above the bed. There is also a cage inone. Her legs looked infinite due to her sparkling gold heels. His eyes travelled up from those shoes to the curly blonde hair on her head and back down before he could say anything. ‘Hey,’ was the only thing he could think of to say. Why is she here? ‘I was just in the neighborhood,’ she said, brushing past him into his room, ‘and I thought I’d stop by. I also need a bit of help with homework,’ Riley added with a smile, turning around to face him. She scanned his bare chest, almost biting her lip.. He explained that after the war, the Army was cut way back and the only way he found to stay in service was to join the Navy.The visit was nice; David told some silly stories that were appropriate for wives and children about the things he and Warren’s Father had gotten into. As things were winding down, David asked what Warren’s plans were for the future. Warren explained his failure to get an appointment to West Point and his subsequent plan to just get a job.Alexander looked perplexed and. She stopped at her sink and began working on her hair, pulling it out of the towel and rubbing it dry. I was held spellbound by the sheer intimacy of the entire situation. I guess she got it where she wanted because she tossed the towel aside and reached for the hair dryer. I intervened there, I didn’t want the noise of it to disturb my tranquil state. *Your hair is fine it’s time to relax.* The hair dryer halfway to her head, she put it back down and walked over to her closet. She reached in.