. who’d get a tattoo there? ... well, no wonder! She’s so coked up she couldn’t remember the lines with the script in her hands ... and clapped ...p to boot...”Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of “Men are such pigs!” they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each other, with dicks and dignity wilting.The party resumed shortly thereafter.. Isn’t that sweet of him?”That’s disgusting. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Alaina gagged. She glanced over at Will. How can he be so cavalier when he’s—Wait, how is he talking so casually about this while scowling that hard? And it looks like he’s about to snap the steering wheel off. “So, um, what happened next?” she asked.“Alaina, we’re both reasonable guys. I talked to him a bit and we came to an understanding. I don’t think you have to worry about anyone finding out about your Class from him.”“Uh...”“Ah,. That in turn set off a small flashing light on the desk clock on the receptionists desk. It was a usefully tool for cutting bad interview short or as was in this case simply letting Mrs. Carvey know he was ready for the next meeting.In response, the door opened and the 52 year old receptionist walked in, another manila folder in her hand. As she walked around the large wooden desk, Patricia again thanked them for their time and rose to exit.As she walked out, Henry couldn't help but notice the. .." my voice trailed off. No way I was talking myself out of this.She walked into the room while I still moved about, trying to put her dildo and vibrator away without cleaning them. "I can't be angry at you if you agree not to say anything either," she said, as she sauntered to the closet. "Huh? What do you mean? I'm really sorry about all of this..." I stammered."Hush!" she said as she placed a finger over her lips. She opened the closet door and pulled out a leather riding crop. 'Oh no!' I.