She knew she was going to be safe. Lisa was sneaking up behind knife boy. She put her pistol to the back of his head. She said, "That's just a thirty-...wo but it will still blow your head off! Let her go! Do it easy or my pistol may discharge!"He slowly released her from his grip making no attempt to go for his knife. I looked at his pants and the front was wet where he had pissed himself. I allowed a small smile cross my face. Lisa said, "Face down on the ground with your arms and legs spread. She wasspeechless. As she stood there openmouthed she lost her grip and thetwo glasses and the bottle of champaign fell to the floor in anexplosion of glass and spraying champaign!I felt the knot in my throat and felt my knees begin to wobble as Imoved towards her. I could hear the click of my black patent leatherstiletto heels, the swish of my petticoats under the gleaming floralprint rayon house dress and the sheer, seamed nylon hose I was wearingand even felt the earrings I was wearing. . are you ... um ... planning on ... helping me too?”I nodded, my mind only half on what she was saying. I could see that there were places where the edges of the cloth would show on a cast made from the mold. There might have to be some smoothing of the busts, when they were made.“I suppose it would be easier if there were two people working on it,” she said.I was excited at the success of Tabby’s cast, and looked up.“You want to do it now?”Her eyes fluttered a little. “Let’s wait a bit,” she. "But later on Sunday, Lissa sent nearly a full page email in which she described her day. She took a long shower and used the "shower thingy" for a good 30 minutes and, lacking self control, she came. She asked her mom what she should do, and they decided that the best approach would be to, first of all, not count that time toward the two hours, and also, obviously, to be more careful, moving forward. But she wanted to know if I had any other "punishment" for her. My, I thought, she was playing.