" A glimmering drop splashes onto the bed sheets. That's been going on for half an hour now, y'know? I'm sorry - I know you don't like getting your be... dirty, and yet, a filthy pond of sweat and lustful fluids stains the sheets around you now. You should be about ripe by now, I think. Perched there for so long, torturing yourself with all the possibilities of things I can do to you, and all I want to do is touch you. Just one finger to your amply exposed skin would have you quivering by now.. . .?" I kissed her on the lips to silence her. I did not want her demanding her fantasy. That is not how the best fantasies happen, by surprise and without expectation. They come to you, drifting out of the unseeable future like a single snow flake settling down onto your tongue the day before Christmas, an harbinger of a fulfilling fantasy. I had figured that out. Besides, what was about to happen to her was going to exceed her fantasy by several orders of magnitude . . . I hoped. "Turn over.". Sarah sighed. “I know, it hurts, but you get used to it.”Ali looked like she wanted to cry. “Oh fuck. Fuck!” Looking desperately to Sarah, she said “I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t know if I WANT to do that!”Grabbing her shoulders, she made Ali look at her. “Calm down. You will do it. You don’t have a choice. I’ve done it already so I know. It won’t kill you. Just relax.” She waited for Ali to calm down. “Once you get used to being hairless, it actually feels kind of freeing. ”“Are we going to stand around or play cards?” Steve said.“You buy in for five bucks,” Ron explained to Carter. “Five bucks gets you five hundred in chips.” Ron took out his wallet. “I’ll buy in for myself and for Carter.” He took out a ten-dollar bill.“Small bills, please,” Steve said.Ron replaced the ten and placed a five and five singles in the cardboard box. Steve counted out two piles of chips. The men sat at the table and arranged their chips.“Before I forget,” Steve said and reached into.