Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me towards the bed while I squirmed helplessly. Soon, I was lying on th bed while they both rained blows on me. Jak... was especially furious as I had hit him. He called me a cheap slut, smashed my face into the bed and told me he was going to rape me to death. I wailed each time one of them punched my boobs or slapped my ass. The 2 enraged men pinned me down and started to tear off my clothes. I could hear the fabric ripping loudly as they continued to expose. "Missy, who won?"She licked her lips. "Bianca, the pretty blonde always wins, right? She gets a doting husband, a handsome dolt who adores her." She looked around. "That's winning isn't it?" Anybody else - Mike? Come on, you always have an opinion." Petruchio, obviously. He tames the shrew, weds her and beds her." He extended both arms and smiled broadly. "The end. Curtain." Hard to argue about that, but let me suggest another way to look at it. When the play begins, who is the unhappiest. She was very goodwith her hands, and I couldn't help feeling a little aroused watching hermix and squeeze and pour the cocktail.She handed me the drink and settled down on the sofa next to me."You're a model, aren't you Henry?" I nodded, strangely gratified thatshe knew something about me."And a pretty good one, from what I've seen. A rising star! Tell me, whatis it that you want in life, Henry?" she purred. "Love? Money? Power?Fame?" I took a sip my drink and thought about that. Her attention. He was in the process of ending a satellite phone call from Ernie. His foreman had pre-empted him by calling to say that the food and equipment had arrived, and that the men were quite happy to hear that they would be able to make some use of the expensive satellite phones for personal calls. It seemed that they all had a renewed interest in their work, now that Matti had signaled his interest in spending more money on the company. Matti had just said goodbye, and pressed the End button on the.