"Ah 'ate you," Moira cried, and Abigail shrugged."I 'ate you too," she replied. "So does Quentin." She watched as a tear rolled down Moira's cheek and...the elder sister backed away. "He was telling me after we screw'd in tae woods."Moira sniffed back a few tears and shook her head. Abigail felt guilty again but why did Moira have to make her so angry?The walk to Simon's house on the warm Summer's day was not an unpleasant one. She carried with her an overnight bag, just in case, and Simon lived. .In a high school gym just a few miles away, Bill and Wendy’s son Chris Taylor was sweating his ass off. The coach had him running laps around the gym. For a high school senior to even have to be taking phys ed was embarrassing enough. But to be so out of shape and forced to run laps by a sadistic gym teacher was truly humiliating. It might have humbled someone more self-aware. Chris was immune to that sort of put down, he had heard it so often.?Why was life so unfair?? Chris thought to himself. The nipples against my palms felt like magic buttons. Push gently. But maybe they were dials that needed to be twisted a little. Or knobs you pulled out a tiny bit to turn on the juice. My god, she was like a gothic romance--her bosom was actually heaving. Her blouse was a strapless halter, a frilly fancified tube top. Silly elastic, I thought, you can't stop me. But before I could act, Bev lay her hands atop mine and smoothly pulled them off her breasts. For an instant I thought some voice of. The men of Black Mall, why did they throw away their decency? What are we working with here?”Brandi was still for a long moment and trembled before replying. “You’re being too kind. It wasn’t just the men. I threw away my decency too.”Allison surprised Brandi by reaching over and giving her a brief hug around the waist. “Brandi, there’s really not much to forgive. The other three taskmistresses were in another league entirely. We all used to hope for you to be in charge of us.”Brandi grimaced..