Her immediate thoughts went to Angel, but she couldn’t k!d herself – if Angel was going to risk a happy, it’d be with the real slayer, not with ... pathetic washed-up convict like herself. For a while, she’d even entertained the idea that it was some sort of plot by that law firm to give her shit about not putting a stake through Angel’s chest. For three days she was distracted — almost to the point of losing her lunch to a punk-assed whale of a woman named Rhonda on Thursday — wondering just who. Michael found himself wedged between Tera and Valerie. He could not think of a place he would rather be. ‘Michael,’ Nigel called from behind him. Turning Michael slid his arm from around Tera and extended his hand to Nigel. ‘Miserable weather but everyone seems to be having a good time. Come to watch the final few matches?’ Michael asked as he shook Nigel’s hand. ‘Yes, it’s been pretty quiet all day. The other games are done. I wanted to come by and watch the final on this one.’ Nigel was not. A woman had her arms tied behind her back. Her blouse and bra had been pushed above her tits and her skirt was bunched up at her waist with her panties just pulled to the side. She was on her knees and had a blindfold on. A man was in front of her slowly pinching and twisting her nipples. Jen did it to herself and gasped just like the woman on screen. “Damn” she thought, “that actually turns me on!”On screen a woman then moved into the picture with a large vibrator that looked like a ball on. I didn't want to do this. But you convinced me that it's what you want." "Yes, but this isn't what it looks like." "No? You didn't say last week, I need consequences. I want you to spank me for real, if I smoke, and use the brush if I buy any?" Jason picked up a pack of cigarettes off of the kitchen table. "I did. But these aren't mine," Megan said as she placed a cigarette on the table. "Really, those aren't your cigarettes? You haven't been smoking?" "They're not mine. I can explain..." "You.