"What the fuck?" he said, just barely resisting the urge to bang his headon the desk."What's the matter now?" he heard Tracy say, and looked up to see...herhobbling into the office, not at all the gliding sexpot he knew so well."Um, nothing! Nothing!" he insisted, not wanting to let Tracy know whathe was feeling. "But Jerry Monkson's on the phone and he wants to playgolf with me today, and I don't think I know how anymore!"He could see Tracy contemplating the problem. "Well, they took. But that was the problem. Had he seen it in her, or had she taken advantage of Jim. She was pretty much convinced it was a mutual thing.Helen had parked her car at the back of the house, and slowly dragged Becca in that direction, ignoring the fact that as she had pulled the sleeping girl from the sofa she had banged her head on the floor. That was going to be the least of Becca’s problems.The drive to the barn was almost two hours, but Becca would sleep all the way there. Turning on the. Still, the students were their typical raucous selves.Allison found it hard to get swept up in the energy of the moment. She wasn't feeling particularly attached to the school or its occupants, and while the rally was for her team, she was still less than thrilled. She entered the gym and located her teammates, most of whom were scattered among the students sitting in the lowest half dozen bleachers, in front of the elevated stage that had been erected for just such an occasion.Allison was. Other than that just be on your best behaviorand do as you're told. Come on."Linda turned and headed down the hall, walking briskly. I hurried tofollow her, the little bells on my new collar ringing with each step. Weentered a large room, a living room filled with people. I saw an almostequal mix of women, all dressed and boys, all nude except for collars.Unlike a typical party, the women wore casual outfits, more comfortablethan standard party attire. I saw no heels, and only a couple of.