" You'll be taking her with you." I will?" She's not going to mope around the house with a hangover. That girl needs to learn her lesson and learn it ...ood."Scott knew that look. Mrs. Mendoza would not accept no for an answer. He nodded his acceptance.She walked to the central stairs and yelled, "Janice Catherine Mendoza! Get your heinie in the shower." Mom!" the faint yell of protest echoed down the stairs."Don't 'mom' me young lady!"A half hour later, Janie appeared in the kitchen freshly. ”We arrived at the Hancock Building and took the special elevator to the 95th floor where the restaurant was located. We were a few minutes early, but were seated right away. I took my cues from the Wiltons, and when they ordered soft drinks, I did the same. I wondered if they were not drinking because they were Baptist, or if they were simply respecting Jessica’s abstinence.I had noticed a bit of discomfort her parents were obviously suffering from. The situation was, to be sure, difficult for. “Call me when you’re free.”I look down at the paper and back at her. I smile and lean into her to kiss her goodbye. I walk downstairs and out the front door to Jacob’s car. ••••••BACK AT HOME....••••••I get back to my house and run up the stairs to my bathroom. I take a nice, refreshing shower. I put on some fresh clothes and head downstairs to the kitchen. I’m surprised to see the dining room set up with a meal.“Hey mom, are we expecting guests?”I hear my mom prepping in the kitchen. “Yeah. As she did so, she felt the chains pulling on her nipples, changing their grip a little and it sent a bolt of pain through her. Gasping, she reached up towards her right nipple, holding onto her breast and groaning a little, waiting for the sensation to stop.“Oh, damn. They’ve been on pretty long, lay back and I’ll take them off”. Peter’s voice sounded almost reasonable as she heard him order her around some more. Obediently she complied, as eager to have them touch her again as they were to do.