Elise loved to go there. She loved the smell of the leather, the feel ofit, and even the sound it made when it slapped against her bare skin when shew...re it. She inhaled the sweet smell and sighed. As she ran her fingers overthe smooth garments, a little black skirt studded with metal rivets, and obviouslyvery short caught her attention. She closed her eyes for a moment and imaginedherself wearing it. How she would be stared at with such lust. How it wouldbe so disgustingly short it would. "I said I have a fuckin Christmas present for you," Matt said. "Don't you want it," he asked while fiddling with his belt buckle. "No, not this time," I said trying to head into the kitchen again to get him some coffee. "Sure, you do. Don't fuckin ruin Christmas for me," Matt said as he reached out and pulled me towards him again while standing there with his belt unbuckled and his zipper down. "Santa's go a present for you," Matt said as he pushed me onto the couch. He let his jeans drop and. I immediately thought of you. Would you be kind enough to escort me to the reception?" As long as you don't insist that I participate in the garter toss contest, I will be happy to accompany you. At the St. Regis, huh? I assume it is black tie." Yes it is. Sorry." Oh, that's fine. No problem. I just wanted confirmation. This is just the reception, right? I don't have to go to the courthouse and get a license or anything, do I?" Mark had suddenly come alive with his version of wit."Oh, good. "Keep going! Keep going! You have to keep going!" He said in bursts to ward off the internal screaming that seems to rattle in his thoughts. The seconds felt like hours as he crumbled to his knees. The voices bombarding his skull with dark truths and mad prophecies, barely moving until he saw a blazing light flicker and dance in the abyss. The voices subsided to a large degree as she warmed his bones and soul.With a grunt, he forced himself back up and willed his way down the main corridor,.