“I’m gonna try and dance with Rachel,” I said.“Please do,” she snickered. “Before she punches Deena.”I asked. Rachel looked shocked. “...ust a dance, Rachel. I’m not proposing marriage.”“Uh ... okay...”“Derek’s dancing with Deena.”She looked hard at me. “And I’m supposed to be okay with it, right?”“Yep. Just dancing. Social. Friendly. And I’ll bet that he comes straight back and gets you...”She smiled as he and Deena made their way next to us. “Swap!” Deena commanded.“Don’t wanna. Rachel’s a. Instantly. In my fantasy, Iimagined the pouch to be the voracious jaws of a shark, eating up myshameful bits, making me into a woman, a real woman. To prepare for theofficial blessing of my gaff, I had bought a very feminine cardboard box,of the sort used for presents, and sealed it with a pink ribbon.When Dorian arrived, I knelt before him right away. In completesubmission, I kept my eyes down and did not speak unless spoken to.Barely looking at me, Dorian quickly undressed, remaining in a. I don’t know, convicted of breaking the Laws of Secrecy?”She nodded. “Yes.”Her confirmation didn’t exactly put me at ease. I didn’t like the idea of not being involved in this. It was probably one of the many things I wouldn’t like about being a House Lord. I understood her concern, but how was I supposed to help those who chose to follow me if I cut and run when there was danger? It didn’t feel right.Unfortunately, she was also right about me being unprepared for Ricardo’s attack. I had no. Why make everyone into your puppet?" Because 'moron', I can," replied Clyde in a vehement manner. "Why should I play games when I can do as I please? Nobody and that includes you, can stop me!" Well, if I can't stop you, why not answer my question?" Charles asked, lowering his arms and taking another step towards the stage. "Don't tell me you're afraid?" Just like in the movies ... huh?" Clyde sniggered in response. "The good guy gets the bad guy to do some talking so that the good guy can.