"She kissed me again, and I headed to the bathroom to wash my hands, waving at Laurel as I passed the kitchen door. If my life was going to be arrange... from now on, I definitely could do a lot worse for arrangers!Kay called after me, "Ask Laurel about her good news!" I skidded to a halt and back-pedaled and stuck my head around the door."What good news?" We stopped at the clinic this morning like you said, and they checked me out, said this does look like just a scar, they're sure it is, but. .." Laura whimpered."LIAR! And it's MASTER Jan! You got that, slave?!" Jan asked as he struck her ass cheek with the whip. "AHH!!!" Laura cried out as she felt the whip hit her bare ass cheek."I'm sorry!" She cried out. But he struck her other ass cheek as well. "Baby, stop! Please!" They had agreed on a safeword, but she hadn't spoken it. "I can't help it! It's the effect I have! Please, make it stop! I'll do anything!" she cried, struggling against the cuffs. "You'll do anything?" Jan asked. Wellend and the medic were about ready to sprint onto the field to check on me. I immediately waved at them that I was okay, knowing I’d have to come out for a play if anyone entered the field for an ‘injured’ player.With a minute and thirty-eight on the clock, I called, “33-Crimson Tide,” in the huddle and looked at Chris and Brad to make sure they knew to run a ‘corner route’ instead of a ‘post’. Their smiles told me they had it, so I then added, “We’ll go on one, guys. Got it? On one. Ready,. “And you’ve been doing this with everyone here, tonight?”“Only those in the VIP room,” I said.“Don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”“How many would consent if I asked?” I asked in return.“Oh, well, then not many I would say.”I nodded. “And what I’m trying to do was worth taking the chance. Besides, I asked permission of Lord Fanelli to talk to anyone willing to talk to me.”Chloe laughed. “Well, that would have been everyone in the VIP room.”I frowned. “Why is that?”“Because everyone.