"Better slut, you are atmy house in my training room. You'll be here for quite a while until youlearn certain things" What are those?" I asked, and ag...in the light went out. This time Iremained quiet. I didn't even ask Mistress Claire any questions. Timepassed and I got sleepy. I lay down on the ground as best I could anddrifted off to sleep.The sound of metal banging woke me up with a start, I banged my head asI looked up and saw a slit of light above me. I rubbed my eyes, andheard "Take the. ” And I was like, ‘Really?’ And she was like, ‘Oh yeah, get in the car!’ And I was like, “Okay, put down the gun.’ And so here I am.”He had the audience laughing with that one. Of course, he went on to say he was kidding and waxed rather eloquently about the pleasure he had at being a part of such a wonderful event. But that first bit, with him mimicking teenage-speak, was truly memorable and laugh-out-loud funny.Finally, it was Rennie’s turn. While not as surprisingly funny like the cellist,. Baldy had otherplans than finger fucking her ass however. He traced a path down her crackfrom the small of her back to just above her asshole. Sarah had a small patchof hair growing around her asshole which made Baldy smile with an idea. Reaching over to the nightstand, Baldy picked up a cigarette lighter andmoved back to Sarah's ass. When Sarah felt the heat of the lighter on her delicateass, she jumped away from The Giant's crotch. Three things happened at once.The Giant grabbed her hair and. I hardly ever drink. It occurred to me right then, and I even said it out loud… ‘The only thing keeping me from being addicted to cocaine is that I’ve never had any.’ I thought about that while I walked back into the living room with my popcorn to finish my movie. I really think it’s right. I am screwed-up in the head, and only the Grace of God comes between me and being dead every day. There’s this song I like that says something about being a preacher’s daughter and not doing what ‘daddy.