After going through everything, I told Clara I was heading to orchestra and would be back later.It was empty -- as I hoped it would be. I opened my sc...re and played and listened to how it sounded on the piano. While I can read music, this was rather complex, but I still got the rhythm I wanted and played the “Work Song,” singing along... Uh-huh, Uh-huh,Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huhUh-huh, Uh-huh,Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huhLook down look downDon’t look ‘em in the eyeLook down look down,You’re here until you. Again she giggled and said “I’ve never been on the back seat with a lad before” “Then you haven’t lived” I replied, as she giggled again I leaned in and kissed her. She let me and after a couple of kisses we were soon in a clinch. As we pulled apart she asked “Are you married” “Does it matter” and with that she looked at me, kissed me again and said “No I suppose not”.The lights went down and the adverts started up, my left arm was d****d across her shoulders as we snogged, after a minutes or. After that, it was all a blur.~~~Coming back to reality, Christian Woodson slowly started to remember what happened that night. When he realized what might have happened, he exclaimed, “Oh, shit!”He covered his mouth, trying to stifle the noise. He pulled out his phone to try to get to the bottom of this mess once and for all. He flipped through the pictures quickly, while walking through the labyrinth that was the mansion party. One was of Dylan piggybacking on Christian with him smiling more.. I’m not interested in ruining you, Bridget. But I’m afraid you’ve handed me an opportunity that I simply can’t walk away from.”A dubious look on her face appears. “For how long?”“For the rest of your life,” Xenora answers. “Think of you being my slave as your job. Everything else is your life.”Her eyes widen and disbelief is replaced with swift anger. It makes her even more gorgeous. “Fuck you! I’m not surrendering everything!Xenora shrugs and tosses the paper into her lap. “Then you’ll have to.