We don’t punish the girls who are forced to drink, obviously, but we’ve dealt harshly with the others.Q: How?A: Well, let’s just say they ea...h got a long and very private session in the Dungeon, conducted by Senior Administrators. Believe me: After we were finished with them, they never wanted to take a sip of booze again.Q: You tortured them.A: Let’s just say that none of the girls were “available” in the Compound for several days afterward.Q: Ouch. Tell me, is that how you deal. While I was certainly no prude when it came to matters of the bedroom and I loved getting John’s cock inside of my any chance I could, I had no illusion that Julie had a much better sex life than I did. ??All that brings us to the Friday that set me on a different course. We were at John’s bar as usual. He would bartend from 5 to 11 during the after work rush, then as that bar pretty much cleared out, would jump in a cab and head over to the dance club that rocked until 4. Occasionally Julie. It’s what happens to boys when they kiss their girlfriends like that.’ Now the crunch point. ‘You want me don’t you, you know, like that?’ He looked at me as if I’d stabbed him with a knife. Oh hell, careful, careful. I touched his arm. ‘Look, I am not going to attack you, do you hear me. I’m not like her. She was silly girl, I’m a woman. You don’t have to be frightened of me.’ Then I thought of a way to ease him forward. ‘Did you dream about me?’ He nodded, ‘Yes, often.’ ‘Naughty dreams?’ I. She was there for nine days of partying. On the tenth day, when she and a few of her girlfriends came down to eat in the hotel restaurant, Sydney was waiting at a table.”“And?” he demanded imperiously from his oldest living Childe. A better explanation than the one provided so far was required.“I have a friend that was in the same hotel that afternoon with a client. He said that Helen dropped her purse in the middle of the floor, white as a ghost. Staring across the room at a tiny girl on the.