“Earl, are you alright?” Cynthia asks. Only Cynthia was across from us, her date Paul had gone up to the register and was currently paying for our...tab at a restaurant. Earl quickly adjusts his shirt and visibly gulps, as I casually slip my hand into my bag and pretend to look for something. Cynthia has no idea of what is going on. “I’m a little under the weather.” Earl lies quickly. His face is flushed and his eyes are glistening. I graze my fingertips across his thigh and I can feel him shiver. The spa had a very Zen atmosphere, with a little rock garden, and an artificial waterfall that trickled down a stone wall.The waxing procedure was the same as back in Tulsa, but seemed less painful to the girls. Maybe they were used to it, but I think the staff here were more experienced, and knew how make hair removal as painless as possible.The staff seemed to know about my relationship with Vonda and Pyx, because they addressed me with all questions about them. "We could laser off all their. She barely understood what having a "choice" was. She didn't know how to think for herself or do anything for herself anymore. It had taken a miracle for her to leave Reno and whatever unseen force had compelled her forward was now slowly draining out of her a little each day; leaving her empty.Jordan held her for a long time. He was sad and angry. Sad for all she had lost and endured and angry at everyone who had contributed to her misery in any way, including Martin. Jordan couldn't help but. The students rushed out as usual to get water or have a quick cig in the five-minute break. Sara had bolted upright but quickly realised her error in her position: against the wall, she’d trapped herself behind her unhurried friends. In my pocket, I returned the mode to low, gentle hum and watched as she slowly made her way down the aisle in the queue of students. As she approached, I could see the pink flush to her exposed breasts. She was breathing heavily and had one hand unconsciously.