She would have given anything just to wear something again, just to be less helpless, less exposed and vulnerable. Given a choice between clothing and...getting the sharp rock from her cunt, she would have taken the clothes. She was so very, very exposed.She sobbed openly as she fled, keeping her eyes to the ground, with no idea where she was going. But each minute that passed without a gunshot was a great relief.Was he tracking her. She’d seen no sign of him for an hour. Or two. She didn’t. “Right” he said. “A game of dares! Who ever loses the hand must do a dare of the winners choosing. Agreed?” he asked.The other two tried to sound less than happy but inside they were both secretly burning, knowing that their fantasies were one step closer to being a reality. Simon knew Paul would work it in his favour!Simon lost the first hand and Paul being the winner dared him to kiss him! That was an easy dare but it was made a little difficult with Nick watching. They kissed.Next. Her eyes were small, but she smiled so easily, squinting them into a tight little mask of mirth, that you really didn't notice."You can call me whatever you want, Laura, as long as you call me to dinner," she cracked, cracking herself up at the same time.Sara nearly doubled over briefly with laughter. Then she straightened up."I'm sorry... my father always used to make that stupid joke. When you said that, it just reminded me of it."She crossed her eyes in yet another funny face, then dissolved. Flora looked atGreta who asked, "Did you want to do that? I could ask Valerie or Lillyto take you home with them."Flora nodded, it was going to be fun for her as she had to actuallydecline an invitation from the girls as she didn't want to commit withoutGreta's agreement. It was set for the following day, it would actually bea good thing as Greta had a lot of work and Quentin was busy with a majorproject. Fiona asked if she could go home with Maisie, getting a yespending approval from her.