She dropped the towel and he saw three cuts crisscrossing her back. He carefully ran his finger tips along the one across her shoulders. “Does it hu...t much?” he asked. “They’re not bleeding. There are welts but it doesn’t look too bad. There’s no blood.”He then took advantage of his proximity and extended his hands around her body and put them over her breasts. She leaned back against him, closed her eyes, and made soft sounds deep in her throat.“Does that answer your question? It doesn’t. It was obviously her friend, just…it couldn’t really be said ‘improved’ but…yeah? ‘I can’t live if you don’t give in and become my s****r slave, please…’ Heather did not recoil at the contemplation. She had crumbled to the point of reliving the past, but Nico’s loving embrace had brought her back. It wasn’t sex…not really. It was warmth. A moment of sincere comfort that brought Heather’s mind back in the chains of the chemical relaxant. Nico broke the kiss, careful of not hitting the glass. ” Vincent could hear her voice slipping through her full, soft lips. He shook his head, starting to fantasize again. Erin walked out of the school, stomach full of butterflies bigger than robins. She knew tonight would be the night she’d break the news to Vincent. She, too, began to daydream. His 6’2”, slightly muscular frame, dark brown eyes, and equally dark brown hair would not leave her mind. She felt her panties beginning to get moist and she giggled to herself. “Tonight’s going to be. I stepped away from him and exclaimed that I was going to call the police and have them both arrested, and if they didn't want to face assault charges that they had better get out now and never bring this up again. Now my wife took a step towards me and shouted, "Oh yea, well you'll be the one going to jail. I'll tell the officers that you were the one that was hitting me and that they stopped you from hitting me and that is why you have marks. Then you will be going to jail and then you won't.