....wouldn't hurt you skanks to do the same and maybe ya'll wouldn't be sitting around while i'm dancing my ass off ;P" so we leave to the Bar and...when we arrive the music is pumping some mighty fine tunes, i go find us a table and my oldest sister Elena goes and gets each of us a miller light ( as if we need to watch our weight :D we weren't even there 20 minutes when this fine looking man comes up to me and asks me to dance, of course before i say sure! i make sure to tell him I'm. "By this time, Arianwen had returned. She had a bunch of clothes neatly folded and placed in a big pan from the kitchen. Sandy's head was positioned on a narrow board which was designed for use with head and throat straps. Her head wasn't strapped down, though. Ken showed her the shallow glass pan with her clothes in it."These look like all you brought with you," he said. There wasn't much. A single change of underwear, two t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Plus her biking clothes. Sandy nodded,. She slinked back across the room, somehow sexy even in over-sized flannel pajamas, and handed him his fourth drink of the night. “I think I’m gonna go play fortnite for a while, see if anyone wants to pay to watch. It seems like you may have something to take care of down there. Love you!” She looked straight at the large protrusion on the front of his pants, feeling like it was gonna rip the zipper open. “Thanks, sweetheart, I love you too.” He was embarrassed but excited knowing that. Like any five year old, she'd much rather be watching cartoons, but the television was still stuck on a website that was screening an amateur film clip of the Lib Con Massacre. This film was showing the culmination of the siege on the Liberal Conservative Party headquarters by an angry, starving mob that was offloading its murderous frustrations just as it had done a day or so before at the Fox News England television studios. Specifically, what Emily was viewing in full graphic high-definition.