Not knowing what to do, I quickly turned around and said I was going to run to the store quick and would be back in 15. "Ahhhh...ok,ahhhhh...I'm going...to clean up my mess and change." She replied.Wow, I was dumbfounded and speechless, I went to the store and not knowing what to buy decided on some chips and a bottle of bourbon. I needed to wash that image out of my brain. Was that coke she had on our table, I mean Tammy told me that her parents use to party but I didn't think her mom still did,. . Go on." Well, then, you need something to cover them with." So far you get an O for Obvious. Go on." Pull out that drawer you've got your hands on." I was about to."I pulled open the drawer. There was only one article of clothinginside, some kind of hard satin leotard thing with stocking legsand a puff of cotton. I reached in and picked the thing up witha thumb and forefinger, then held it up and stared at it."_This_ is supposed to hide my boobs?" It'll help." Somehow that pseudo-face managed. The thick mane of golden locks cushions the blow, but I am still dazed as my bare feet are dragging along the rough planks.I am tossed into a dark cell, the porthole letting in just a single shaft of light and quickly chained to a crossbeam. I turn back to the door filled with rage and begin pounding on the thick oak. "Free me, you bastards! I will kill you all! I will kneel nor open to no man!" Their only response is cruel laughter, and I collapse on my knees. As I try to remain prideful, I. She was out of luck, there were no glass floored lifts at the Art Deco. Ewan was holding the lift door open for Helena as he asked her floor number.“I think I’ll walk,” replied Helena, “I’m only on the second floor and that food has bloated me.”Ewan nodded, thanked her for a lovely evening before pressing the button for the sixth floor. Both of them waved their hands in the last seconds of the doors closing.Helena scolded herself for uttering such a blatant lie. He was a very nice guy, maybe a.