I didn’t sleep well, trying todecide what to do. One thing’s for sure: I’m not goingto go back to Damion. I realized he’s been...treating melike shit for the last year. I don’t know why. I’venever done anything to hurt him. But last night wasthe last straw.”I mulled that over. Chel had left Damion a couple oftimes in the past, but always gone back to him in theend. His powers of persuasion seemed pretty strong,and his promises to behave himself worked for. ..... Ed," he said my name like it was ajoke. "We need to have a little chat." Am I under arrest officer?" should you be?" His voice narrowed and became confrontational. He didn'tlike being questioned for sure, and he was daring me to find out whatmight happen if I gave him any attitude. I groaned and walked alongsidethe car. sliding in through the passenger door. The second I buckled up,he hit the gas and we started driving in the direction of downtown, to anunknown destination. My already. He seemed confident and secure enough in himself to know that the signals he would receive would be loud and clear. It certainly didn’t hurt that they peppered their dancing with sexy, slow moves that would have brought a statue to life. Dennis sat on the bed and watched with a satisfied smile. He didn’t focus on either woman too much, knowing this night in particular was something unique and special. Everyone was going to bring something into the bed and enhance if for the others. Sure, he was. Little did she realize that Emily had set her up big time.They were still on their first round when Dayna and Sandy showed up. Before she could say anything, Emily and Kevin had helped the two lock her neck and wrists in what they called a yoke, holes cut between a pair of boards. "You can fight or you can go quietly," Emily told her. "But either way you wind up wearing it." It wasn't just beer that the partygoers poured down her throat -- that was just the odd chaser. Mostly it was tequila,.