At that point she was convinced it was either Frank, or Carl that she’d slept with. She was 99% sure that she hadn’t slept with anyone at the part... though. In her memory from the downright dirty sex she’d had, she was sure she was in a hotel. “You came out the party rambling about a phone call and how you had to save your job.” Megan checked the call register on her phone. Sure enough at just before two a.m. there was a log of an incoming call from a number she didn’t recognise. If she’d left. She spanked my ass for about 10 minutes while calling a bitch and pushing my head in the matress. She pushed my head down hard and told me not to move or make a sound. I heard her small bag unzip and coul hear her dig through it. I heared her pull something out and walk up behind behind, she grabbed my right arm and pulled it back and slipped one cuff on and then cuffed my hands together behind my back. She pulled my hair back and yeld are you ready sissy. Yes I'm ready. She yanked my hair so. But something deep inside her demanded more. That “more” involved Bobby, also in an un-formed, mystical way, but there was an undeniable desire in her to keep ... seeing ... Bobby. It was more than a mere ‘desire.’ It was a drive. She took the phone and put it to her ear. As a “muse” sometimes inhabits an author’s fingers, something in her brain took over and spoke for her.“Mrs. Pendleton,” she said. “Hi. I’m mortified that I didn’t think of having Bobby call you sooner. We’re still at school.. She thinks there's no way you can last eleven months." What? I said I could and I will!" I insisted, trying to convince my sister who looked pretty doubtful herself. "I mean, at least with Brooke around to take the edge off..." Brooke's a sophomore, Ben." Brandi shook her head. "She's very pretty and outgoing and once school starts she's going to be attracting boys like flies. You can't lock her down." I know," I said in a wishy-washy voice."And I don't know if I'm coming home for Winter Break.