.." She caught his eye and held it, "You're right - we've covered a lot of ground... Neither of us has anything to prove..."Aaron held up a hand; ther... was no reason for Marion to continue to embarrass herself - he got it. "Wait here," he admonished, rising. Marion watched him ascend the stairs, wondering what he was up to.At the heads of the stairs, he turned left, into his bedroom. He didn't make the bed, but he arranged the covers and neatened it, then he went to dig in his closet for. Amber began toregard her slim dance instructor as "Tad the Cruel," since he forced herthrough hours of torturous, repetitive dance steps.She told Major Brewer in private, "I think he is a closet sadist," Ambersaid. "He is worse than a drill instructor. He shouts at me constantly, Ican never please him."The young performer sensed she was being constantly watched by hercompanions and soon began to feel claustrophobic. She wanted, no neededto be alone. Her chance came late Thursday afternoon.Tad. But it was fun, and typically unpunished.Lucifer lazily reclined, flames dancing around his face, and watched as a stream of guests descended down the steps from the pearly gates. The rager he had planned should go well, as usual. Luckily, with enough time even the stuck up bastard pulling the strings could recognize that sometimes there needed to be a little bad to keep things interesting. It's not like anyone could get addicted to things in the afterlife. Unless they wanted to, of course.The. Her pants were so tight I suspected she'd have a hard time pulling them down, but she just opened the top button, pulled down the zipper, and spread the opening apart. She had to pull pretty wide, her underwear was riding really low, but she made sure everyone could see they were baby blue. She zipped back up, but I don't believe she ever rebuttoned her pants.Obviously things were heating up a little. There were fewer drink cards and more action cards that included physical contact. There was.