He didn’t go up and talk to her, though, planning and hunting was what got him the girl, every time. When Ron walked by him Ike grabbed him by the ...rm. ‘Who is she?’ He asked. ‘Who? Shayla?’ Ron asked, his face turning redder by the second. ‘No, not your prom queen, her sister.’ ‘Jes? Why?’ ‘Who’s she into?’ ‘In to?’ ‘I’ve seen her here before.’ ‘Well, they come every week.’ ‘Great, so who’s she into?’ ‘Why she gotta be into some one?’ ‘Because, that’s how groupies are.’ ‘They’re not. No awkwardness, nothing, just like it never happened. We viewed a couple of properties and had lunch with her at a small cafe in an adjacent village. Same conversational pleasantries, same weird looks from the locals, although now they made some sense. I guess all the men thought I was sleeping with the town’s hospitality hostess. That evening, we decided to take in movie at a small local cinema. We had dinner in our room out on the balcony, discussing the properties we had seen as what we. It was the day they first expressed an interest in us. We were trying to figure out if they had an ulterior motive. I guess we now know what it was.”“Well, he has crossed that line. I may not be able to kick his ass, but let’s see him get into law school after it gets out he has been fucking his cousin for the last six months or maybe even longer. I’ll ruin his life for him.”“Davy, that part can’t come out. The only other person I told about it was Beth. I didn’t mention the part that they were. I asked permition to sit down which he granted me permission to sit. He then told me to put the collar on. After he finished his dinner he came round behind me and made sure the collar was on right and then he placed a padlock on it. He then attached the lead to it and told me to stand up. He then said that we are going shopping. So off we went to centre of London to Soho area where we went into a sex shop. He picked out a CB6000 and told me to ask the young lady behind the till if it was ok to.