Her hair was dyed garishly: half cotton-candy blue the other half bubble-gum pink."I need to speak to Sam," I snapped.Candy licked her lips suggestive...y. "Is that all you really need? Maybe you need to use her special tool," she giggled."Wipe that grin off your face and tell Sam it's important," I ordered."Fine," Candy pouted and flounced off, her tight rear wiggling delightfully as she walked up the stairs. A moment later she returned and invited us in and led us to the living room. "Would you. A big table for only the three of them, but Invictus knew their shit, and had soundproofed it.“I let Angela live,” he said. Yep, off like a band-aid. Except the band-aid tore off hair and skin with it.Damien nodded. “That ... was a mistake, I admit.”“Yeap.” Nodding as well, Jessy leaned back in her chair, and slowly spun it around in a circle as she looked up. The three of them were still very beat up, but they would heal faster now, and once dawn arrived, their sleep would wipe the wounds. " I don't think it can get much worse," Tom smiled."I can think of many ways to increase your captivity," Jessica purred."Actually I don't doubt it," Tom smiled as he moved over to the sofa and buried his face into the back of the her pink shorts.Jessica stood up and went to fetch a chain which she padlocked around his waist and then attached a pair of handcuffs to the back of the chain. She then proceeded to handcuff Tom's already 'mitted' hands behind his back."That's your punishment." I. "You meowst be little Frankie! Do we have some gassy in our tum-tum?" she cooed. "I can take him if you want," she offered to Amanda."You're a life saver. I've been trying to burp him for fifteen minutes," Amanda said, gently passing the baby and burp cloth over to her."So, this is Meowlissa. Meowlissa, my wife Amanda. Oh, and there's a calico named Chester somewhere around here," I said."Well she certainly is cute. I completely approve. Did she come with any other clothes or is that it?".