"You do." "What do I own?" "You own everything. My mouth. My cunt. My ass. My lips. My tits. My nipples." "And you’re mine? To do with as I please?"..."Yes. I'm your slave." “Get me one of the butt plugs,” I told her. This was not part of her plan, and she stopped short, eyes questioning me. I gave her a stern look. She frowned, but then walked into our closet, where we keep the toys. “Which one?” she asked.“The blue one, I think.” It was the medium one, uncomfortable but not near as bad as the. So, I thought you wanted to know what I would do if a willing, but drunk girl, approached me.”“You said you would make love to her.”“Yes. If guys can have sex drunk, then girls should too.”“So, you are not worried about consent issues?” Jason said.“Of course, I am. All guys are now of days. But she also has the right for wild drunk sex. I thought one trumped the other. What I’m trying to say is, maybe she took the drink as liquid courage to approach me.”Dan felt like he was digging himself into. Even he had ventured from the kitchen to take a look.“I don’t want to see this one in the parking lot all night ‘cause it’s broke down.”Roxie knew better than to get mad. Skill in expressing good wishes was a relative matter, too. Stan had just done his best.The group walked around the baby-blue sedan, making nice comments about it until their repertoire of comments was exhausted. They looked at each other in a ‘what’s next’ pose. Roxie realized that a man would have popped the hood. That was a. ’ I dismissed her without mention of her performance. I figured I’d let her wonder and let Uncle Steve know later where I thought she needed improvement. Like an obedient child she rose and left the office without bothering to wipe her face. I wondered if anyone would notice. I spent the rest of the morning cleaning up odds and ends and before I knew it Rachael was buzzing to let me know they had arrived. ‘Bring him in please.’ I was anxious to hear his assessment of her performance and thought.