I do love bikinis and swimsuits and see through outfits. But now I am giving you hints and that is not fair. Maybe you could just strip naked and stan... before me. This would make you completely vulnerable. Nothing to hide behind. You would be offering all of yourself to me. Not very creative but a sign that you are my slave and I am your master. I have never seen you naked. I have no idea what you look like below your small, firm breasts. I have no idea if you are shaved completely or if you. The hotel I was staying at with my cousin was less than a block away so I told them I would be back to the room shortly and that I was going to stay and have a drink or two before leaving. After everyone was good and gone, I walked to the bar where my “friend” was sitting. I told him we needed to go outside and talk immediately.We walked out of the restaurant and I asked where he was parked. He lead me to his SUV and we both got in. I immediately got all in his ass about being stupid and. Diane now knew she was desperate and that she had no other choice than to do what Jimbo had suggested.Diane stands and unbuttons her blouse and leans over his desk.She says please Mr. Howard surely there is something I can do to change your mind about me.Mr. Howard then tells her that he can see that the rumors are true and that she is a slut.Diane tells him that yes and that she can be his slut if he will just let her keep her job and not report her. Then Diane strips her clothes off and. She had to swerve to avoid a group of school kids crossing the street, and they had slammed sideways into a big tree on Lance's side. His shoulder and arm had suffered nerve damage, the arm mostly recovered, but the hand was permanently handicapped, enough that he had to learn to write – print, at best – with his left. The right fingers could grip, but not extend; were ever to be partially numb. Her guilt would never would be fixed either.Dawn stammered at the doubly awkward confrontation. .