John suggested a bar he was familiar with that was frequented by businessmen at the end of the work day. He said it was a nice bar with a small dance ...loor and piped in music. What we used to call a watering hole. It sounded ideal so we made plans to go there late some afternoon when John had no classes. You might have noticed that John had become a part of this little game, but Maryanne didn’t seem to mind and I was okay with it.The following Monday John and Maryanne drove to the bar; I was to. She confessed over dinner the one thing she had been reluctant to put in writing...she was a submissive and wanted me to assume complete control in the bedroom...We walked to the car and she took my hand...and smiled playfully that she would follow me back to my hotel...I told that wasn't necessary and that I really could not pay her for this visit ...and she kissed me in a way that made clear she wouldn't take no for an answer....and didn't seem submissive at all...When we walked into the. Now I felt like collapsing onto the ground and crying.It was a quiet drive home. Brandi hid out in the back seat, not talking to either one of us. Mercifully, she fell asleep after the first two hours and didn't wake up again until we were home.Adrienne drove us instead of me, at least halfway. I was pretty shell-shocked myself after everything that had happened since last night. Between the party and the Swingers game and Dawn and then Meli and Matt and Brandi, I was so emotionally wiped out I. Limbs and bushes and rocks were hitting me. I reached my hand to grasp the arrow sticking out of my chest. I came in contact with a feather. I grasped at it and yelled” LU..S..a..n. “That was the last I remembered. *****Lusan was teaching her chicks how to hunt. Her male chic Brax was quick to kill while her female chic Bren was the true killer she waited … then pounced … hardly wasting a drop of blood. Brax was messy.Lusan often thought of how she came to have such Disimilar chics.It was.