Matt had loved being cuffed, and he didn’t even mind the bite of Rayne’s studded belt across his arse, but Rayne personally had never been into it...all that much. He did it because it made Matt happy. Xavier lay with his arms stretched above him and his head resting on them. He turned to look up at his lover from where he lay. ‘You don’t have to, if you don’t want,’ he said softly, although the way Rayne’s soft hand caressed over his upturned cheek had him tingling with anticipation. Rayne. Tommy was enjoying himself though.Every time one his team kicked the ball he would woop and yell like a k** at the fair,you'd think they were winning the cup final the way he was acting.Tommy was a drinker.i cant put it plainer than that.No one could drink him under the table.i never saw any other guy put the drink away like him.I had learned long ago not to even bother getting into a round with him.He could drink four to my one if he was in the mood.So we bought our own drinks.he had just been. .. Wheels and a driver, you said." I did, but I didn't mean it like that."The white-headed man asked, "Just what were you meaning?" You know how most highway jobs have one yellow hat digging and eight or ten white hat engineers watching?" I've mentioned that to my wife more than once," he agreed, "So?" Well, here we have a whole bunch of white hats ... that's them ... trying to explain to the slave driver ... that's you ... why they don't know where your bridge went." Well, do you know where. . but that was easy to fix.Concentrating on the main program, I was aware of other Nemesis's floating around me, watching as I worked. "Don't worry; he's going to be fine." I said as I muttered a phrase to bring the damaged parts together and to mend it, making it better than new.The Trace spell started to disengage and fly back to its creator, but another Nemesis spell grabbed hold of it and held it tightly.The dimness of my damaged Nemesis began to brighten until it was almost incandescent.