Let me do that." Myrna strode to her side and seized the buckle from the girl's fumbling fingers. Joan felt the band tighten until she choked. But the...only sound she uttered was a submissive whimper. Myrna tightened it farther, and despite herself, Joan choked for air."Don't want to kill you," snarled Myrna cruelly through her teeth as she ran her fingers between the leather band and the girl's tight throat."There, that should do it," Myrna said as she hooked the buckle. Joan felt the blood in. "Come back at seven with two chairs. You'll be welcome. Let's not discuss it any more."Nadine wouldn't let it rest. "Shall we bring our spare bed too?"Paige and I laughed, but it was her that responded. "Brian says he prefers to sleep on the floor, and I don't mind at all."Fred resumed his discussion of the stock, made recommendations on the timing of the sales. We took a quick vote and told him to go ahead with his plan. The couple left, unaware that they'd ruined our afternoon.Paige got. The young server that served the Iced Tea for Cindy, asked Terrell, “Can I go home?” the young server asked. “Yes you may,” he said as he sat next to her. “Thanks a lot and get home safe.” To Cindy, “Hi, thank you for coming.” “Hi, you’re quite welcome.” as she spoke with a seductively. “You were very good on stage; especially when you read The Secret Love Letter.” “Thank you, that poem was one of my favorites. It was written for someone in particular.” “Mine too, I wonder who’s the lucky woman. No bands or clips, this girl was going totally free ofbindings and I'd taken a little extra time to apply, as any girl should,my makeup. Tiffany was waiting and motioned for me to follow her to thebasement. I thought to myself that this seemed odd, as we never returnedto the office after hours. What I failed to remember, was that there wasat least one other door, or room in the basement besides the office, butthat door had always been locked and never mentioned. As I descended thestairway,.