"Are you ready yet?" Gimmie a minute!" Thomas sounded muffled, as though he were fighting off his clothes."You've had twenty already," Sera sighed and...turned away, "Fuck," he muttered softly, then louder, accusing, taunting, "Girl." I heard that."Sera raised his eyebrows and muttered silently to himself, poking at his latest canvas with one booted toe. It was another one of Thomas, naked and raw, stretched out on his back eyes closed. Beautiful. Sera was considering keeping it but he was. You draw up a document stating the requirements, your slave adds the limitations and you both sign it." So, a contract? Are there people to help with that or guide lines one can follow?" Yes, both. There's literature that leads you step by step through it as well as a questionnaire for both parties to get you pointed in the right direction. Then there are members in the association who volunteer their time to assist in writing the initial contract."Devon sat back and tried to relax, looking for. This immediately angered Jim and he kicked one of his legs out in front of him and connected with the back of my daughter's leg just below her knee, causing her to buckle slightly and sit down hard. "Do not fuck with me, bitch!" Jim announced, and the tone alone told her that he meant business. She sat up, then turned herself around on the carpet to face us. Her legs stretched out in front of her but closed tightly, her head down and not looking at us. Jim returned his focus to me, and. Jes' takes 'em longer to work through it in their system. An' they got pretty thick tongues. Some thorny stuff's OK. Jes' hafta see. These sausages are real good. Think I c'n get me a couple more without the noodles?" Why not?" I ordered him a pair. The waitress looked like Charlie was a Martian or something. Tall, skinny guy with a digestion of stainless steel."What's this Oohlaroo place we're goin' tomorrow?" U-l-u-r-u," spelled out Weena."It's a gigantic rock southwest of here. It was called.