.?God, those were wild times! Now Kip was a columnist for restaurant-supplies weekly, but back then he'd really enjoyed his early journalism. Kip had ...un into his old roommate from Buttermilk State, Flanders Cimelde, and Flan had been quite excited to hear about Kip's reporting for a sex mag..."Have I got a story for you!"?Kip had laughed when Flan told him about Fanchon, his girlfriend who was a dominant of some sort. They had had dinner once and Kip had thought the demure redhead was really. The horrified girl was the next target.With a blow to the stomach, he made her double over in pain, and then hooked his left arm under her neck and gripped that hand with his right one, securing a powerful guillotine choke. Her frantic scratching and punching turned him on, as he watched her go limp over the course of about 7 seconds. He wanted to knock her out only, for now. Carrying her out of the smoke-filled area, he looked for more escapees.A fit adult male was running away to the east of. “We will don’t you worry your pretty little head,” Carlos shouted as Amber left the club.“Don’t worry about anything here tonight,” Stephanie comforted Debbie. “We will make dinner and take care of Brett and the kids. All you need to worry about is making as much money tonight as possible. Remember, you can win the little bet we have just by earning a measly thousand dollars,” Stephanie laughed out loud knowing that it would take Debbie weeks to earn that much and by then it would be too. All too frequently I would be gently easing back on the trigger and have the sense of a VC sniper taking aim at me. I handled it – controlling my fear was the name of the game. It was all about being in the zone: controlling my breathing by taking slow, steady deliberate breaths. I could feel my heart rate slow and my body coming to a completely relaxed state. When it was right, I was one hundred per cent in the zone. For that moment time stops, I would feel alive with some nagging sense that.