Inside the room was Sandra Billings. She had one of the waiters with her. It was a skinny guy that Ryan had noticed right away because he was far from...the mold of all the other pool guys. Instead of being tall and well built, he was short and had hair that was cut almost like an Elvis impersonator. He wasn’t bad looking, just not the all-American boy like the rest of them. What surprised Ryan was that Sandra and the young man were embracing and whispering quietly. Incredible jealously rushed. He's been very nice to me, so I'm fine with that. Will it be a problem for your position in Congress, Gwen?" asked a concerned Jordan."If doing a good thing is a problem for someone, so be it. I can't spend my life worrying about the feelings of these dinosaurs we have in Congress," insisted Gwen. "Let's just agree to do this because it's the right thing and if it helps President Hanson, that's fine, too." Hello, Michelle?" greeted Gwen on her cell a minute later. "Tell the Mayor and your. “Cassandra this is Fynn. I have to go to the door, maybe you can explain a few things to him if he has any questions.”“Of course, no problem,” says Cassandra and nods. She reaches out to me, we shake hands.“Hi, I'm Cassandra, I'm your punisher today,” she smiles at me.“Ok, uh… could have been worse, I think,” I reply uncertainly.“They always say that beforehand.”“Always? You’re often involved in such events?”“Yes, now is the fifth time as a punisher and at the school events, I was a teacher. Ahh... there it was."Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the football players obliged. The coffee table had been slid up against the wall at the back of the living room. It stood just over two feet off the ground and was about four feet long. The guys set it down in front of her."Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged her to her feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels, but was able to remain upright.