Seeyou in a bit!"Tyler heard plastic clicking on metal - Amber putting clothes hangers on ahook, probably. Then the hallway door opened once again and...shut a secondlater. Tyler was alone again. He scrubbed the last unwashed parts of hisbody and rinsed thoroughly. Grabbing a fresh towel out of the rackopposite the showerhead, he furiously rubbed his long, auburn hair dry andwalked out into the dressing area. His old enemy the mirror was therestill, and across from it was the outfit Amber had. ”“Either? What fucking either?”“What you’re thinking.” He finally started to pull himself up under his own power.Watching the beaten and sliced open Ventrue get up struck her with a sudden fear. What she was thinking? He didn’t know what she was thinking!“Actually, I do know what you’re thinking,” he said. She practically gasped. “You’re angry. You’re angry I hurt your friend...” He stepped toward her. “And now you’re using that as a cover.”“ ... cover? What fucking cover?”“That you hate being. Michele is a submissive of many talents, stamina, and compliance. You have all been provided her limits. Stay within them and we will all have a wonderful time. Anthony, Tim and I will be vigilant in policing that compliance. I do not, however, expect any difficulties from this group. And I appreciate that, it allows all of us to enjoy the evening so much better.”“And the young girl?”“Yes, indeed, Helen. Helen is NOT a submissive.” Yet another murmur goes through the group. “She is actually. The conversation went on for a minute or so before he was aware of someone coming toward the back of the store. He looked up and broke into a smile. He shook his head as Kirsten approached him, looking like a fashion model in her winter wear. How did he get so blessed as to have her for a girlfriend?“Hi,” she smiled, approaching him and wrapping her arms around him before giving him a warm kiss.“Hi, what brings you here?” he wondered, still holding her in his arms.“You, of course. I had nothing.