Had she been wrong? Was He laying dead upstairs somewhere while she was allowing herself to be used?she felt a hand around her neck ?oh, don’t worr..., He’s safe. We wouldn’t hurt Him.? ?Now, what to do with this hair.? The other man said. ?looks like it could use a trim?or maybe it would look good shoulder length?.or perhaps we should shave it all off.?she didn’t know if she could talk without getting in trouble. she was no longer in the doll costume, but she had not been given explicit. One of our friends dealt the cards. I got a great hand. And it only got better as the game progressed. By the time I was forced to show my cards, I was confident I would win. Candy was the first to reveal her cards. She had a full house. My friends cheered, but I refused to let it bother me.I paused before showing my hand. When I finally did, all of my friends gasped. In my hand stood four twos. It was the best hand of the night and blew my rival's accomplishment out of the water. I had won.I. In unison, they started to move. Rocking. Thrusting. Grinding. Synchronous. The tempo of the drums increased and their heartbeats quickly followed. Waya kissed along Wesa's bare back, his lips and tongue trailing along her warm skin. He pulled her hair to the side over her shoulder and he traced his tongue from the nape of her neck to the tip of her other shoulder. He whispered to her, "My beautiful Queen, all eyes are on you."Wesa looked out over the crowd. She was consumed. By love, power and. We talked some more.“I hope we get food when we wake up,” said Claire.We all moaned. We were all hungry, but talking about it made it worse.The oppressive darkness made talking uncomfortable, so we just laid there in the darkness thinking our own secret thoughts.Finally, we all dozed off.When I woke it was still pitch black. I felt the déjà vu of once again lying sideways, cramped on the edge of the mattress, my hand cupping Bianca’s breast.I gingerly pulled my hand away.“Good morning,” B.