"Mine", she said gleefully. "You've got something planned", I said. "What's the matter, lost your bottle?", she said scornfully. Bottle!, then I remem...ered, in our last game I'd forced her to take most of a half pint beer bottle up her cunt, she reckoned it had hurt her (anyone would think I'd left the top on) and she said she was going to get even."Well?", she asked. "Ok then", I said, "What's it to be?". "First you've got to promise not to go back on your word", she said. "I promise now put. "That's the one you always choose," Tina challenged.Bethany blushed, hoping the next question would be better. It was."Question #4: It's a rainy Saturday night and you ain't got nobody. Do you A) Pop some popcorn, raid the freezer for some Ben & Jerry's and plop down in front of Netflix for an Orange is the New Black marathon? Or B) Curl up with a good book and your favorite stuffed a****l. Sometimes, it's okay to take a night off from the constant party of your life? Or C) Time to exfoliate. But the surface, whatever was up there—vibrating pens, Madam Follick, Joey’s confusing mother—could now only be rubble. No, I know you don’t understand. See, it all started in the late Spring of ’07 (that’s 2007 A.D.—I don’t know when, if ever, this is going to be found…and that thought is more terrifying than what could be waiting for me in the elevator or under the cars…). Now I forgot what I was going to say. Later. When activists bombed the World Bank in the late Spring of ’07, there. I pulled out from my hiding spot and popped the blues and spotlights. The car pulled over, and I could see that it was occupied by a couple of coeds. I approached the driver side door to see two very young and attractive girls. The driver, a light red head, was wearing a white cotton oxford shirt with button down collar, and what appeared to be a pair of khaki slacks. The passenger had on a similar shirt, but with a black skirt and stockings. Neither were wearing seatbelts. “Do you know why I.