"Ron stood there, ruminating. He could ask stupid questions like, 'Do you fuck?' but she'd pretty much answered that just by being there. He could put...her scrawny ass on the doorstep, but he would be cutting off his nose to spite his face since he needed to get laid. And Frank would take his porky little slip upstairs and fuck the dog shit out of her -- loudly -- and if he pissed and moaned about it Frank would point out that he'd TRIED to take care of it..."Get naked," he erupted."Here?" There. "What do we do now?" he asked."There's supposed to be a car for us. Let's go find it."As they exited the baggage claim area Mr. Piotrowski spotted a man holding a sign with 'Piotrowski' printed on it in big letters. He raised his hand and caught the man's eye. "They even spelled it right," he commented."Mr. Piotrowski?" the man asked."That's me, Alex Piotrowski." Right this way, sir. Is that all of your luggage?" the driver asked."It is."Their first impression of Chicago was how much colder it. That's who I am," he replied uncertainly."Well, I hope you enjoy your meal. Pauline didn't tell me whether you were a vegetarian, but you needn't worry. Zoë's a vegetarian herself, so there's no meat here."Zoë was sure that Nigel's anxiety wasn't caused by dietary concerns. But he took his seat between Pauline and Adrian, just opposite Mark and herself. She could see Nigel exchange worried glances with Pauline, but she merely smiled in that ambiguous way she excelled in and shrugged. "Do you understand, Chilee? When I say stay still, I mean it." Todrive the point home, I get a piece of wood nearby, and bring it across youralready red, painfull ass. You scream through your gag, and I see a look offear in your eyes, as you have no idea what I have planned foryou..."Chille, now will you let me do as I wish?", all you can saybehind your gag is,"Yeeeeephhh?" in a teary, saddend voice. I thenlead you into my bedroom where I have set up everything I am going to use onyou tonight.?.