But instead of kissing me – and here's where Cynthia is different – she keeps the ice cube between her teeth and moves her mouth over my shoulders...and chest. A cold tingle moves over my body as I try not to flinch. But that's what she wants, and that's what I do when she locates a tender patch on my side. She moves to my face and deposits the well-traveled but ever-diminishing ice cube into my mouth. The gesture catches me off-guard; it fills me with repulsion and excitement. Cynthia just. Magic grabbed severalpieces of bondage equipment and thrust them toward me, as if shebelieved she needed to restrain me. Glory took her mike and beganpolling the audience to decide on a winner.She held her hand over each other the first two contenders' heads andwas met each time with lukewarm applause. When she got to me the roomwent wild. There were hollers and cheers. The response wasoverwhelming in my favor. Glory declared me the winner 'by alandslide'. I stumbled off the stage in. They both squeezed together like accepting the end but wanting to hold each other for comfort like. Hysterical thought I as each took a smack to the gullivar colliding their heads together like a classic comedy moment. After a few beatings, most being unnecessary and just for laughs both the mother and father lay beaten and broken on the classroom floor each of them holding the others hand as the red river began to pour over the brown carpet. True artwork thought I. The only piece worthy of. So, that is what I think, I think wego back out there and talk about just what is going on." Jen, look," I started."No," she interrupted. "All together. I'm not sure what is up yet but Iwant you both together when I hear it."She got off the bed and headed for the door."Don't you want to put your pants on?" I asked."I'm okay." She left the room.I grabbed my coffee and went to the living room. Jen had already madeherself comfortable on the couch leaning against one of the arms with herlegs tucked.