Coreen ran because she was experiencing what would someday be termed as “the fight or flight syndrome.” She was excited, scared, and horny, so her...body just reacted. Fighting wasn’t really an option, so she fled.Jack, on the other hand, took up the role of the pursuer. After all, it isn’t really fleeing if you’re not being chased.Coreen ran to the place she felt the safest in - her bedroom. But a bedroom, by nature, has a bed in it, which was her undoing. She was trying to huddle on her bed,. Heaps of it! Thick black eyeliner, black eye shadowaround eyes that now had long false eyelashes attached, top and bottom. A very fetishy black pvc choker hadsharp metal spikes and studs all over it and a huge pair of silver hoop earings hung down to rest on hershoulders! She looked like a fucking pornstar! Pure erotic fetish!I got up and met her out of the lift. “Bloodyhell Brandi, you look incredible!” I told her. We walked out ofthe hotel reception and into the nightclub in the next. The pelting, rain making it difficult to see the road even with the wipers running full speed. Pulling onto the lane leading to the plantation she pulled up to the main house. Opening the car door she made a mad dash to the porch. The house, seemed eerily, quiet without Trevor’s presence as she opened the door and ventured inside shutting it behind her and searching for the light switch. She walked slowly up the staircase to her room. The only sound being the creaking of the stairs and the rain. “Mr. Hayward, is it okay if Diane and I date, you know, go together as a couple?”“I appreciate your candour Derek but you didn’t have to ask me so formally, we sort of figured you two were going together since my birthday party.”“Thank you, Sir, for your support, I promise I’ll always be good to Diane.”“In and out of bed, I imagine,” he quietly teased. “You don’t have to be so formal with the name, Dan or Mr. Hayward is fine with me.”“Thank you, Sir, I mean Mr. Hayward.”“You’re welcome, Son,”.