“What do you think you are doing?” He asks her as he makes his way into their bedroom to see her already in her nightgown and crawling into bed. �...�I am so tired,” she sighs at him as she pulls back the covers to the bed. “That is too fucking bad,” he growls through his teeth. “Because I am far from finished with you.” “Oh Brian,” she sighs again. “You made your point in the taxi cab and where I love what you did and it was amazing, I really am tired. Plus, we both have to work in the morning.”. That is some heavy-duty weed to go with the quality booze!”Our host drew Baba Yaga, the Ukranian hag. My girl got Succubus and strangely, I got Incubus! Bugbear was the burly guy who, if I squinted, did look like a goblin. Farm-guy was Rudi Herzlmeier’s drawing of the bird walking across an after-harvest cornfield.Drinks flowed, games played, research read, debated, disputed and pooh-poohed. We ate, drank, smoked, talked. The rug-guy described the perfect pentagon, then challenged us to jump. My name is Jeremy Scott and tonight I am an invited guest of my roommate, Ashley Lawton and her mother, Jaime.Ashley and I are both nursing students at San Francisco State University where Ashley is a junior and I'm just two months shy of graduation. Ashley and I also share an apartment off of 19th street near the university, a building that has eight apartments on two floors that has, for some reason, always been rented to the universities' nursing students. My guess is that the landlord has. When Frank had finished, Jake said loudly “For this next part, you are going to stand one on each side of poor Dave and swing with these.” He handed each of them a long leather paddle about a half-meter in length and very flexible. The two men stood on either side of Dave swinging the paddles to get their arms used to the length and flex. Then Frank nodded to Sam and swung his paddle hard into Dave’s ass.Dave had been more or less silent up to this point, but the loud, “Smack!” of the leather.