I tried to open my eyes and look around but only my left oneopened. I reached up and felt my right eye - swollen shut. I turned myhead a little, wonde...ing how so many parts of my body could hurt at onetime, and saw Eric sitting by the bed. "So, you're back among theliving," he said. "Either that or you're the ugliest fucking angel thatI've ever seen," I responded and he laughed a little. With Eric's help Igot out of bed, very slowly, and walked into the kitchen where Emmawarmed up a can of. ”I didn’t have to think long before I said, “Same question to you then. How much do you masturbate?”“Uh, well, I dunno if it’s normal for girls to do it or not, but I usually do a couple of times a week in the shower.”The conversation was having an effect on me. I had never heard a girl talk this explicitly about masturbating. I was beginning to get turned on and was wondering if she was too.I chose Dare next, and she turned the tables on me.“Ok, I dare you to take your shorts off. And I’ll do. A leather dog collar drooped lackadaisically from His wrist. Itwas clipped to the studded black leather dog collar that encircled the palewhite neck of the seventeen year old blonde who knelt subserviently at Hisfeet. He was clad in a pair of skin tight black denim jeans, button fly ofcourse, a black leather shirt and His trademark black alligator skin cowboyboots. ?? Before them hungthe near lifeless form of His naked slave, hanging from the thick meat hooksthat He had forced through the base. It was easy to think about, both because it was fresh in his mind and because the woman who seemed to be responsible for all the steamy scenes in the book he was writing was within thirty feet of him. Lou Anne was waiting tables, and ignoring him. She was involved in an intricate dance that carried her all over the diner, balancing plates on her arms, with only one hand free because the other held a coffee pot.One of the scenes he'd written was directly related to Lou Anne. Sir Roger Quigley,.