; I still had a couple of years before I'd finish my doctorate. We wanted to get a good place for us to live when we were up here together. It seems c...uples have a better choice of accommodation, for not much more than Kennedy had been paying for her studio. We settled on a one bed apartment, the only drawback I could see was that it didn't have the breakfast bar Kennedy's apartment had, for the bondage scenes. There was a dining table, we thought could be used instead. It was a lot more. Christi? Yes, it had to be Christi, she thought. She must have slipped them on while she was still recovering from the last nylon necklace of the evening.I'll get her, Kathy threw the disgusting apparel into the bathroom trash basket and sped back to her bedroom bent on some playful revenge. But, she almost screamed when she yanked the covers from the big lump in her bed. It wasn't Christi. It was a big brown Teddy Bear!Where was Christi? Kathy rubbed her forehead. Was this the day Carol was. “Those are just gym muscles you got, right?” I said. “Ain’t no fourteen year old girl benching four-fifty.”Becky was talking through clenched teeth, and her nostrils were flaring. “Gym muscles? Gym muscles!? I am trying shhho hard not to beat the shit out of you, and you don’t even care!” she yelled in her chirpy little voice. Her breath was getting deeper and louder, making those ridiculous tits float up and down underneath her sweatshirt like they were piston-driven.She closed her eyes for. Oh, yeah ... I found a loaf of fresh Italian bread and made garlic bread.To my surprise, when Jean came down she put out wine glasses for everyone and brought out a bottle of good red wine. At the same time, I could feel her increasing nervousness. Something was very odd, but what?When we sat down to eat, Jean served, giving Jack only a small portion. He cut in, took a bite ... and stopped cold."Good grief!" he exclaimed. "What is this?" It's liver, dear," Jean replied in a very small voice.He.