Needless to say, when the party was over the house qualified for federal disaster relief, but Gil and Carrie were a little too bombed to care much.Gil...and Carrie weren't particularly drinkers, although they did enjoy a beer now and then, but this time they overdid it, along with everyone else. As they surveyed the wreckage the next morning, they were nursing heads as big as county fair pumpkins. They were still groping for coffee and trying to come to grips with the mountain of debris when Mike. Ms. Diane parked in the driveway, and motioned me to her. As I got to herside of the car she unceremoniously unzipped my pants, reached in andpulled out my chastised penis. Taking a pink leash from her purse, sheattached it to the end of the chastity tube and proudly led me into thehouse and upstairs to our bedroom. Once there she dropped the leash, toldme get the things I would need, including the polish she wanted me to use(Revlon's "Cherries In Snow").After getting everything I needed. He brought his hand towards me. I flinched and he smirked. "You have a ladybug on you." Oh," I said lamely.His fingers brushed against my skin as he plucked it from me. I jumped a little at his touch, and he stared at my lips. He cleared his throat and turned to release it outside, just in time for Bruce to catch up with him."You ready?" he asked Luke.Luke nodded and gave me a wave. He'd swept any familiarity and warmth from his expression, which was a good thing; I noticed Bruce watching me. The headaches were bad enough dealing with the police and media, I don't even want to think what would have happened if things had been any worse," I said."I understand. It's a scary world out there. But all of us here at the firm do our best to prevent that. Since you deal with so many of the celebrities we protect, I'm sure we can arrange some kind of deal," Steve said. "How soon do you need some of our guys around your people and how drastic are we talking?" As soon as possible. I think that.