She wore a belt that circled her just below her navel, four chains dangled from this and suspended a short dark blue pleated skirt that sat low on her...waist and ended in length just below her ass cheeks. Her breasts rested in cups that ended just below her nipples and were part of a corset that circled her and ended just above her navel this was constructed of the same type of metal as her leggings. Two discs attached to the corset barely covered her nipples. Her arms were covered to her elbows. "Well," he said to nobody in particular, "that's good to know."Nobody in particular responded with silence, except for the female half-Doberman, half-Rottweiler asleep beside his chair who whimpered as she chased a dream-rabbit. Norman had named the dog "Kitty" after his mother. She was a bitch, too.Fearfully, he opened the first response and slowly read, "Die Spammer!" Norman laughed and shook his head. "Fuckin idiot. He said right there in the message that it wasn't no spam."He opened the. "That was Adam, my ex-boyfriend from back home." He came from Seattle to harass you?" Apparently." Well he's gone now. You still want to go out?" Yeah. I'm not going to let him ruin my evening. Let's go." Carly said, grabbing her purse."My kind of girl." Jason commented.Carly smiled. "Good to hear."Jason took Carly to The Raymond on Fair Oaks Avenue which was a classy place like Jason said it would be. It was small, romantic and intimate. It was actually the first nice place she had been to. Not that she was worried she was at risk of pregnancy. She was at as safe a time in her cycle as there was. What worried her was that she had liked the feel of it. She had liked rubbing his essence into her skin ... into her sex. She knew it was merely a biological urge that her subconscious was promoting, but the fact was that she liked what Dub Fisher did to her, and that was dangerous.It helped that Bob was released from the hospital to finish recuperating at home. With the older man being.