Her breathing was short and rapid, her face was flushed, her cheeks soaked with tears of agony. I deactivated the baton with my thumb, pulled her prof...sely sweating body closer, and pressed the now cold metal tip to her other nipple. My thumb hovered ominously over the power switch. She shuddered.?Now, Michelle. I want you to tell me. Are you going to say ‘yes’? Because I’m sure you know I won’t accept a ‘no’. You either say ‘yes’ now, or I make you say ‘yes’ later. Needless to say, the time. "How did I get home?" Paige asked Caroline, wondering who she'd slept with if it hadn't been one of the strippers."I don't know," Caroline replied. "I assume Holly took you home since you both got in a cab together." Paige sighed, knowing she'd need to make another phone call to find out what had happened. "So was Dale pissed when you got home?" Caroline wondered."God yes, he still is," Paige answered softly. "I didn't get home until like two in the morning or something and he was worried sick. I was shaking like a leaf, my stomachroiling in reaction to my panic.Work, I prayed. Please, god, let it work.But it didn't.An hour later I was sitting slumped on the sofa in the computer roomlooking glumly at the little silver box where it sat on the table infront of me, while Julia read an article off the net. I'd stoppedlistening to her a while ago. Nothing had worked on the box, no amountof poking and prodding and tickling, not even beating it with a chair.Hardly surprising, that, for an. Earlier, the forecast had called for nothing at all. The culprit was a high pressure system forcing the snowstorm further west than anticipated, and traffic was already snarled. Matt might have to spend the night, Alessa. Or go home right now. She was exceedingly nervous.“You want a beer?” he asked.“Please.” She shrugged off her coat and hung it over the accustomed hook at the front door. Her hat and scarf went over the top; she kicked off her boots and arranged them neatly with her right toes..