Simone is an art expert. Michelle's an award-winning chef. And I just found out that Joanne, like, went to law school. Jake's a nurse and a black belt...and, well, everything else he does. The crew people are all mechanics and whatever. Henri can fix anything and build anything. And Malia's going to be a really good botanist or naturalist or something. Not that she's even here."But what can I do? I'm not good at anything. Yet. That's why I want to do this. I thought you'd be proud of me."I. ‘What am I doing?’ she thinks, wondering if this is really a good idea, before remembering how she felt earlier that day, waking late, expecting a text message from him to say he was coming over and seeing nothing. Then checking on the app only to see he had been logged in over an hour ago, meaning the girlfriend had gone and yet he hadn’t sent anything. The text message she had sent three hours later after he still hadn’t sent anything, ‘Got a better offer huh? :p’ hadn’t seemed to offend, but. I felt something being attached to the collar before i was led away occasionally being whipped by what must have been a riding crop when i stumbled. the short stinging attacks on my arse and balls made me gasp with pain. now inside a hot room - i figured they must be studio lights. my lead was detached and my hands were unclasped before being reshackled with my arms stretched up above my head. by stretching my fingers i could feel cold steel bars. and behind me, very close, i could feel. Part of her hoped that the city would change around her, spitting out her old friends and familiar environs. The corner pub had been nearly deserted, and it was hard to make new friends at the mall, so Adrienne found herself alone at the gay club.She wasn't expecting to be alone for long. With her shock of long blonde hair and cute freckles (if she did say so herself), along with what her friends had assured her was a mighty fine ass, Adrienne was usually drowning in phone numbers and more by.