"Roseanne Bates, her boyfriend got the BJ that she would not give him and now he told her to fuck off. She is a tease anyhow, a real pillow princess. ...he wants to get guys all worked up then turn them down cold. Just serves the bitch right that she got dumped," a brunette said.I asked Corry if she was alright."It stings a little but I am OK," she said.I spent the rest of the afternoon doing interrogations. I made out the reports and sent all of it to HR. It was their problem. For the eight guys. "Slut, I'm going out for a bit this morning. I have decided I quite like the image of you lying in the middle of our living room, naked and hogtied, waiting for me. Do you know what that means?" Yes, Master Simon," she said. She began to wonder just how long her planned to be gone this morning. Hogtied was not exactly a comfortable way to be bound. She knew by the time he came back, her muscles would be very sore."Good," he said, and held out his now empty tray to her. "Take this back to the. Courtney did lots of flips and jumps as a cheerleader, and she was already muscular enough as far as I was concerned. “Why do you want to start lifting weights?” I asked. “I don’t think it’s going to help your cheering. Besides, girls with muscles are gross.”“Jane Fonda says that women can be strong and sexy,” Courtney said.“Who cares what Jane Fonda says? Guys decide what sexy is.” Courtney frowned. She had been getting into that feminist junk recently, and hated when I talked like that. I. We had been talking after the meal for two hours when an aide from downstairs almost ran into the room and handed me a note.Most of the downstairs offices were staffed twenty four hours a day. The second floor was Joint Chiefs, the intelligence group, CIA, NSA, and the group that fed information to the two guys handling the football.The note was from the CIA desk, ‘‘You need to come down here ASAP.’’I excused myself and almost ran to the elevator. At the Joint Chiefs station the CIA guys were.