"Well, that's okay, I'll just be going back to town." No, John. You're not driving fifteen miles back into town without at least coming in for a cold ...rink. Now you go sit in the living room and I'll bring us some." She pointed me to the living room and turned to go to the kitchen. I watched her ass transport her through the door and went in and sit on the couch.She came in carrying two glasses of Coke and set them on the coffee table. She sat down close to me-very close-too close."There now. We were very aware of each other though.The first thing Mrs Clarke said when she walked through the door Wednesday evening was: “so you’ve asked Sandra Walmsley.”“Um. Yes. Who told you?”“Sandra did.” Mrs Clarke smiled slightly. “She was very excited about it. Very happy. Just don’t hurt her.”“Talulah said that as well,” I said without thinking.Mrs Clarke stared at me. “You told Talulah?”I shook my head. “No one did. She worked it out.”“How?”I shook my head. “Don’t know.”“Hm. You or Sandra must. "He ordered me to put my hands up above my head and when I did he cuffed my wrists to the top rack holding shoe boxes and now that I was securely attached to the stock shelves he pulled out his cell phone and took some photos of me helplessly cuffed and naked except for my heels & dark pantyhose.Then he slapped my tits. Hard. Over and over until they were burning and red. "Why do you think you're here today slut?"I felt a tear run down my cheek as I replied, "For you to train me as a sales girl. As always, Demure was no help whatsoever and Glade had to remove the rope and push the raft onto the water herself. But when she jumped aboard with her deer-hide sack of tools and memorabilia (but no clothes as neither women regarded them as essential), she was surprised to find that her lover hadn’t joined her. ‘Demure!’ Glade hissed. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Here,’ said Demure from the shore where she was securing another raft for herself and not one that belonged to her. It was Glade who was.