After disposing of the needles and swabs, Tiffany removed the cap of a tube and squirted the white cream onto the back of her gloved hand. Taking a ti...y spatula she dabbed some of the cream to each of the seven piercings, telling me it was a very powerful antibacterial agent, which would prevent infection and speed the healing. When she had finally dabbed my nipples she gently worked the rings back and forth to carry the cream into the wounds then, grasping the two gold balls, which enclosed. I reflected on myself as I waited for Damien to return with his bag of implements. My anxiety ran high, not because I was nervous for my session with Damien, but because that was my normal state of mind. Crippling anxiety. That goddamn mental illness that had driven me to wild nights of binge drinking and casual hook ups all over campus. When Damien took me home from a house party one night, I'd already racked up two alcohol violations from the college administration and was unwelcome in an. . "Erin cackled. “I just said pants, not shirt!”Justin let out a hearty laugh.“Whatever, force of habit. It's not as if the shirt would have stayed on, anyway.”He wiggled his eyebrows at her in an exaggerated manner.Erin snickered and stood up from the bed, falling to her knees. “I'll help you with your pants,” she murmured, looking up at a very flustered Justin, a sight that pleased her greatly.I need to do this more often.Unbuttoning his fly, Erin savored making Justin wait. She made sure to. The very fact that they were using old style weapons just about sealed it in her mind. Despite the anger and fear she felt, there was nothing she could do but watch as the surreal drama below unfolded in apparent slow motion. Bo swerved left and right as the riders tried to pull alongside. The bulk of the truck would protect him from the gunfire as long as he kept them in the rear, but on the narrow twisting road, it was nearly impossible for him to maneuver. Myra watched as one started to go.