Jeff woke up late, and he wished he had never woken at all. His head was bursting, his gut turning in the way only ten pints could make it. He actuall... had forgotten what day it was, then it hit him; it was his day - Halloween!He swung his weary head, trying to ignore the fuzzy sickness. There on his bedroom floor laid Joe, resplendent with a borrowed duvet. Jeff smiled, even after his behavior last night - Joe had stuck by him, and making sure he got home in one piece.Gently he kicked the. Sanders’ apartment. ‘Great,’ Ben said. ‘I’ll see you then.’ He watched Melanie rearrange her clothing, then she went out to wait on customers. He packed up his things, went out to his car, and headed for his next appointment. He wished the day was over, so he wouldn’t have to wait so long to see Melanie and relieve the tumult he’d built up playing with her. Cynthia listened to Mr. Sanders’ answering machine message for the fifteenth time, then she put down her phone, disappointed. He still. Groaning, he tried his best to pull himself up on the edge of where he hung but his tired, weary muscles only allowed him to rise up enough to peek up over the floor he now clung to. The stones under his hands began to crumble and break away from his weight."That's not good" He muttered to himself.The stones pulled free and plummeted down along with him into the pit. He screamed, eyes clenched shut as he fell all the way down. That is until his body landed hard on a bunch of something. He. YOU can meet ME at the doorin a negligee with a drink." She laughed, "As you get trained in yourslave girl duties, my life is going to get a LOT easier. After all,that's the whole idea of having a slave in the first place." Applying blue eye shadow on my eyelids she noted, "This will makeyou look like the trampy slut you are." Long fake eyelashes were addedand a heavy coat of mascara applied, followed with the eyeliner. Myeyebrows were darkened and lengthened. She softly muttered to.