Beth, is that her name? Is she waiting for you now? Or is one of the advantages of taking up with the help that you can come and go without questions?...��It seemed her hand grew cold in Thomas’ fingers. He grew pale himself, and his blood turned chill. And then he stammered. “It’s…not what you think. Beth is…is…” “She’s what?” said Aurelia, in a voice like an icepick, and Thomas found himself uncertain what to say. It was a question he’d been avoiding answering for some time, in his private. "Are you going to get in trouble?" Shelly asked."Huh?" I'd gotten caught up in the slaughter below and only half heardShelly's question."I asked if you were going to get into trouble. For sitting here withme instead of being with them." She glanced at the Cliquettes thenlooked back at me."Probably," I said. "But you know what--I don't give a fuck." Alex, you can't be serious. You're a Deb. Do you know how many girlswould die to be a member of that group? And you're a freshman. Theynever invite. "I feel fantastic," he replied.She directed him to the padded bench in front of her makeup table and bade him to sit. She sat next to him and took his gloved hand in hers."Do you want the blindfold or are you ready for the next step?" she asked."I'm ready," he responded."Good, now close your eyes. You are not Lance, you are Lana the maid. You are young and pretty and have just been summoned to your employers room," she informed him.Cassandra spoke in a soft hypnotic voice and repeated herself a. ‘I guess you got me. I admit it. That did make me horny, very horny.’ You inhale a deep and self-cleansing breath, and then add, ‘So go ahead. It’s settled. We agreed to this–and, after all–a deal’s a deal.’ At last, it’s a ‘blank check’, an open invitation. You liked my spicy erotica and I’m enjoying time with you, my lovely, attentive story admirer. So we honor our commitment. And although we’ve made this pact, incidentally, sticking to our pledge isn’t uncomfortable or done begrudgingly..