Jenny shrugs and takes her seat at the table as your aunt Cassandra chuckles."Reminds you of us at their age, doesn't it, Lizzie?" Aunt Cassandra asks...your mother. She just shoots her sister a glare and takes moves over to the table, carrying a cake topped with two novelty candles making the number 18."Make a wish, sweetie," mom says, smiling as she moves quickly to the other side of the table, phone in hand. Cheesy though it was, the only wish you really wanted to make was to get out of this. " I don't remember the bit about bright lights and glamour," I said. "I think the best I offered was some better gigs. Isn't this a better gig?" I sat down on the bed beside her.She smiled, "Well it's better than that pub in Southwark that's for sure and our husband's cute enough. Except we have to perform as the band — he's got this karaoke machine and we all have to turn out in the gear. Getting here was completely shite as well." Bad flight?" She seemed quite happy for me to run my hand up. Gary smiled, and explained he had something special in store for her and when she was ready, to undress and head into the gym room. It didn't take much convincing for Hannah to slip out of her clothes and run into the gym room, Gary watched as Hannah's naked bum disappeared around the corner.Gary entered the room and led Hannah to the bench press where he sat her down; she wiggled from the coldness of the seat against her bare buttocks. Gary moved behind Hannah and blindfolded her, he lifted. "What's that smell?" Megan whined, pinching her nose.Jessie sniffed the air and remembered the odor she picked up hours earlier. Before, it had been muted and difficult to distinguish. Now it was overwhelming.It was a cloyingly sweet smell. Deep and rich like molasses with floral hints and an undertone that was sweaty and animalistic. "Did she pee herself?" Megan asked. Jessie turned to face the girl and saw the growing concern on her face. "Does that look like pee?"Megan did not respond.Jessie.