We had plenty of time."Look, its only 4:50 now so I can have you home in plenty of time. He won't even know you left. Come on, I'd like to get to know...you better." Know me better? Really? Why?" Because I think you're very pretty and you're someone I could really like. So what do you say? I'll have you home in 30 minutes, I promise."Hesitantly she took my hand and I helped her stand, putting my arm around her shoulders as we passed my friends, giving them a wink. This might be easier than I. Once it became clear how tight the noose was, so to speak, they were finally ready to be punished. Now, it was just a matter of "Playing the game" the right way, Sir."I was already a little pissed at how bad they had chosen to represent me in less than 20 minutes in Laura's house!I grabbed both of their heads by the hair, and dragged/walked them to the back of the couch and bent them over it, full stomachs and all. The belt marks were already fading. If the story kept going the way I felt it. There are four girls. Each of them looked to be early twenties or late teens. All of them were wearing bright colored Florida State t-shirts and bikinis. "What are you guys waiting for? Lets go!" Greg stands up and joins the girls. Tim, Jacob, and Ethan all stand up. Jacob turns back at me. "Aren't you coming Luke?" I look at the set up. There was already an even number of players. "You guys play. I'll watch. I'll play next round." Jacob just shrugs and walks to the volleyball net. Violet. Like never have I ever - no wait, I don’t wanna drink. Let’s play...”“Truth or Dare?” Jamal offered.“Yeah yeah,” she smiled with wide glazed eyes, “That sounds cool.”“I’m down,” he grinned at her.“Aww dude, get a room or try to hide that shit,” Han burst out at Scott.“What? Oh, damn,” Scott blushed and turned to try to hide it, but everyone saw. He was sporting monster wood.Demora bit her lip and giggled, “I’m happy to see you too, honey.”“Uh, guys, I’m going to pass on the truth or dare, but,.