You had to sit in the corner to play with yourself. I can't trust you to not play with yourself while we are sleeping. You may need bondage. I can lea...e your hands free. If in the mornning i find any pre-cum, cum, or any sign you played with yourself, you must leave and not come back. Do you want me to tie your hands loosely to the shoe harness? Do you trust yourself not to play with yourself? Are your perverted sub boy urges too strong? Can you control yourself? Do you want to come back?'I. One big-budget, one indy. Ying and yang, if you would.Fast forward to late afternoon. MI2 was about as expected, while '100 Girls' was somewhat disappointing. Cute plot (boy meets girl during blackout, boy falls for girl but has no idea what girl looks like, boy spends semester trying to track down girl), but the actors were disappointing. Characteristic of teen flicks, I guess. In any case, I was going to grab a bite, then head back to the bookstore to start another novel. Exiting the movie. He handed it to Speedo and thanked us both. Speedo and I shrugged; it was a slow night anyway and we didn't have girlfriends at the time nor did we really expect any action on that front.We piled into Speedo's car and off we went. We chose a movie, bought popcorn and drinks and headed into the theater. It was stadium seating and Kristy wanted to sit in the back row. The row was empty as was most of the theater and we trudged up the steps. We sat in the middle: Kristy, Speedo between us and then. ‘Are you praying?’ he asked her when he was some three feet from her side. She cocked an eye, glanced at him and giggled. ‘To the gods of sunshine and fair weather, perhaps.’ ‘There is only one God, and he is Lord of all,’ replied Hester. ‘Perhaps,’ she replied without commitment. ‘Do you wish to pray?’ ‘I should give thanks for my recovery, yes.’ She shot him a dry and suddenly angry look. ‘Perhaps you should thank him, also, for sending you a woman who knew how to look after you. Or, better.