"C'mon, what could it hurt?" Well if you believe this crazy story, it could hurt a lot," I said."Magic comes with a price. That is, if it exists." But...you don't even believe, so let's just try it," he said."Fine," I said. "So how does this work?" His face lit up as I said this.He pulled out the piece of junk he had been raving about: a small, smoothstone. The thing was a light turquoise, with white veins running throughit. It seemed to have a glow of its own, but I blamed the weird lightingof. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn’t have this gut yesterday or this morning when you drove me to school! Come on, you fucking know that. I’m just bloated or something, God!” Queen screamed. The girls giggled. “You’re bloated in your tits, ass, thighs, and arms too?” another girl, Lindsay, commented. “I don’t think she knows what bloated means, bloated and fat are different things sweetheart,” spat Cindy. Queen’s face turned red. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Arya, can you drive me. The diver responded by swimming around behind her and dropping a belt over her head so that her arms were pinioned to her sides. Unable to free herself from the straps and terrified in case her mouthpiece became dislodged and she drowned, she could only tell herself to keep calm and watch in dismay as the diver swam away. Bethany gasped at the oxygen from the tanks, swaying in the water like some exotic under sea plant or animal, her hair streaming out like the fronds of an auburn sea anemone.. Eventually she whispered something to Rob, who in turn whispered something to Karen, who relayed the message to me. Basically Linda wanted to know what it felt like to be submissive to a male; she scowled a little when I asked whose idea was it for them to come here tonight. Rob looked at Linda and then to me and replied it was Linda's idea; I laughed and then said so Linda, you wear the trousers in your relationship do you, well I would soon put a stop to that.She asked what I meant; so I said.