The riding trails were unofficial. It was accessible but officially closed waiting redevelopment. Off they went, fast and furious. Descending a lon... hill both bikers battle for the lead, but in a second both bikes seemed to explode. There was a loud bang and they flew head over heels and their bikes flew over them. Picking themselves up they looked back and saw a chain had been pulled across the trail. ?What the fuck.? ?Kerri, you OK?? ?Yea, lucky we had this gear on.?THE CIRCLEAs they. It reminded John Phillips of a blinking Christmas light. He blinked, and rolled his eyes over to Mistress Chanazene, questioningly."Question?"He looked down, fearful. Nodded. The clear latex blouse was accentuated by tan elbow length latex gloves. The tips were cut off. Extremely long painted red nails poked out. They were chipped and damaged. Now he saw why. Every time the sissy tottering before him said something, it clattered its nails together involuntarily. Nervousness, he thought, but it. If I could date you things would be perfect.It was i*****l and, as Cindy reminded herself, just plain wrong, but Ryan's bitter joke had put the idea in her head, and like a seed, over the next few days that idea would start to take root.******************"Your father's construction firm has a job in Dallas," Cindy's mother said. "He asked if I wanted to go with him, and if you and Ryan don't mind, I'd really like to." Oh, it's no problem for me," Cindy replied, "and I'm sure Ryan will be fine. She swayed unsteadily, a spike of pain lancing into her brain. God I am hungover, she complained to herself, knowing she had no one to blame but foolish she.Sarah bent over her bed, burying her head into her mound of still warm blankets, bottom twitching tock-tock-tock side-to-side out to the room as she rested, the scent of her Vodka impregnated sweat rising from the darkened sheets. Her soft brown hair spread across the covers as she scrubbed her face into the warm goose-down, and she heaved.