Her make-up was running down her face. Her well kept hair hung limply around her neck and shoulders. Her thin knee-length dress was soaked and clingin... to her body. The wet dress closely followed every curve of Catherine’s body, especially her ample breasts. Just as the clouds opened up, and the rain came down in buckets, Michael pulled up and offered Catherine a lift. She had known Michael since she first arrived at the college. Michael had been one of the first people she had met there, and. Judging by their reaction and comments, Kerry was going to get exactly what she'd hoped for.I left after one drink, telling them I'd contact them when it was time to come, as I'd be returning to Kerry to get her ready.Kerry was sitting on the foot of the bed. No words were exchanged, she knew her moment was close. I attached the bar to her ankles, holding her legs apart, her hands into the soft cuffs then hoisting her arms over her head. I kissed her mouth and took my phone in my hand. Kerry. Though they were close when they were kids, he and Lucy had pretty much given up on each other once high school started. As with his dad and his constant disappointment it was sad, but he had pretty much grown numb to it over the years.He showered, changed clothes and was out the door in pretty quick succession. Not having a car would have been an issue, but Mr Daniels only lived a couple of blocks away and he was there in fifteen minutes.Knocking three quick taps like always, he let himself. The ones she called the Hell's Angels. Probably because they all knew how to ride motorcycles from their college days. They flew in and out of the Tryon International Airport now and then, when one of her clients needed a specialist. Unfortunately I was usually the client. She told me to think of them as brain surgeons and transplant specialists. Guys she called in for a specific case, then sent back to their wives, when she had used them up.We were probably going to need them, if this turned.