"The bell was the brainchild of Mrs. Feldman. Whenever one of the reps sold a thousand contracts, they would run up and ring a bell enthusiastically. ...rs. Feldman would take the rep into her office and give them a home-made cookie. Stupid really, but the reps got into it and the cookies were damned good. Besides, They most of the fun was in teasing the other girls about how good the cookie was.Sharon knew she had to do something fast before Kristie started to do something on her own to motivate. She whispered, as if the effort to speak with any more force was beyond her. ‘I want to be your sex slave. I want you to take me and make me completely yours.’ There it was. I don’t know if it was an original thought I had tickled to the surface or a planted desire she was accepting as hers. It didn’t matter. I had her. Now I was going to take he into even darker recesses she certainly never imagined. From this point forward, I was going to twist and reshape her brain to my will. If I did it. “But in all the stories,” she cut him off, “the prince completes a quest before he gets the girl, correct? He kills the dragon, ogre, tax-collector, whatever it might be, and somehow this insipid act of violence melts the heart - or other aforementioned organs - of the hapless princess. I don’t see any dragons around here, do you?” “Well, no...” “Quite,” she said. “And to be honest I’m really not the sort of girl who fancies being romantically whisked away so that her beau can claim the. That was so fucking hot.”“You’re telling me!”It hadn’t been much. Not really.Winter in Galena is normally a pretty cold affair. But when everyone is inside, by the fire, it can be toasty-warm.So we figured it wouldn’t be that obvious if we were to ... y’know, strip down a little. Just to our underpants. Just while we were near the fire.I genuinely don’t think my parents registered what we were doing. If they did, they didn’t care. They put up with my goth years, muddled past my ‘just came out.