Charity’s smile almost faltered on her lips, continuing to watch for him, as her mind turned to a time that she had almost lost Rob. When, in fact, ...he had almost walked away from him nearly a month before. Charity had told him early on that she had fantasies about rape and ravishment, and that she had a strong desire to explore her submissive nature with a Dominant partner. They had role played such a fantasy online once which took her breath away and left her wanting for more, but Charity. Were her tits salty, or sweet?Were they fat round ones, or perky cone shaped tits thatsat high and proud on her chest? I would find out soon.I had work to do. I spent the rest of the afternoon onthe Internet, and in the law library. I needed to knowwhat the Code was in my state. I checked, Susan was 19years old, so I was safe from statutory rape charges.Next I looked up blackmail. It was quite confusing. Inessence it is a puzzle, wrapped in mystery, surroundedby an enigma. No two definitions. We tried to stop them but they were too drunk. Katelyn broke one of their noses and Stacy kicked the other one between the legs.”“Jesus Christ,” Phil muttered. “Is Tiffany OK?”“She has a bump on the head but the paramedics said she doesn’t have a concussion,” Hailey answered.“They hurt her?” Phil asked angrily.“They dropped her when they fell,” Hailey answered. “Katelyn really knocked the crap out of the guy. Stacy, too, now that I think about it. They both fell and Tiffany fell with them. The. We stood looking at each other, each taking in the sight of the other. She came close to me and handed me the drink he had poured, a gin and tonic and I wondered if she read minds. I took the drink and she took the scarf from my hand and ran it over her breasts, smiling into my eyes. She pointed to a chair. ‘Take a seat.’ I sat and sipped my drink as she did in a chair facing me. I cannot find words adequate to describe the tension in the room. The cliché is ‘electric.’ We sat staring at each.