Deep enough for ample warning, yet shallow enough that if he stopped the bleeding in time, the only injury he would suffer was the blow to his pride a... being bested by a woman. The warning was enough for his to release his grip on her throat but his fingers were still around her neck, not ready to let go. ‘If you do not let go of me I will plunge this dagger deep and watch you drop like a stone.’ She spat out at him, the husky sound from her bruised throat only made the warning more. It didn't work!"I nodded. "Both times were before I destroyed Tim Hawking's tickets. I thought something changed. Look at the ticket in your hand."Camille furrowed her brow. "What about it?" Look at the number."The blonde read out, "Two hundred fifty four." I've never given out that many. I noticed this when I put them away after using them as a truth serum with Sherry a few days ago." Do you think..."I shrugged. "My guess is that they combined. The strange thing is that Tim's tickets didn't. Usne phir zip vale area ko dabaya or mere boobs ko dekhne laga to mene kaha imran kya pic se man nai bahra jo mughe ghur rahe ho to sunil bole yaar pic ki baat or hai real or hai tum bhi to jawan larko ke nange pic dekha karti ho aab to vo real me tumhare samne haikyu imran to imran hans diya tabhi sunil nre imran ka hath table per se meri jhang per rakh diya uska hath dhir dhire upar barne laga sunil ne banyan utar di vo sirf lungi me the or apne khare lund ko masal rahe the imran ne sunil ke. She was in a light pink chiffon cocktail dress and 6 in white patent pumps and he was in jeans and a blue button down shirt (average). She and I sat down and talked for a few minutes while he stood next to her. She told me that John had been a naughty boy for the past few days, and that he was going to have to make up for it tonight. She said that we could both call her Mistress since neither of us were real men. i responded with a sincere "Yes Mistress!" and he just sulked.She stood up,.