“I didn’t find anything incriminating on you yesterday,” he said as he finished my right arm and switched to the middle of my back, swiping down...along both sides of my spine and finishing just over my butt. God, I would have given him all of my bras, to nail onto his living room wall or to burn or whatever, for him to just keep going lower.“But I’m not convinced of your innocence quite yet. I realize I have been lax in my previous search.”I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Breathing. There was already someone at the table, a strange girl with staring, cool grey eyes and mousy brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She turned to look at me and stuck her hand out. ‘Hello, I’m Hazel.’ I didn’t know what to do, so I did what I would have done with anyone else. I shook her hand and said, ‘Hi Hazel, I’m Chase.’ She might have been attractive once, but her staring eyes, chapped lips and frumpy clothes made her look… really… freaky. Also, her face was completely expressionless and her. I turned around and saw John standing there. I looked at him and saw the same sort of longing in his eyes that I had seen in my own all weekend. I did not consciously decide to bring him to the storage room, but suddenly found myself there pressing myself against him, straining to reach his face and his lips. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn’t quite sure about his wishes, so I just gently pressed my lips against his, waiting for him to either respond or reject my advances. I can’t say I was. She was finally ready when four attractive young women came down and encircled her. Two young ladies grabbed her wrists and a third stood behind her forcing an unusual gag into her mouth. It kept her mouth open with a hole in it for something to be pushed into her mouth. They pulled her down onto a platform on the stage and bound her spread eagled on it. One young woman brought a pair of scissors to her and began cutting her clothes off of her. When she was nude she brought out a jar of some.