I shrug. "Its your shower man. I have no idea how the fuck it works either." I say. He gets up covering his balls in his hands and slinks out of t...e room. I sit back on the couch and think about what we just did as I sip more of my beer. I find that Im not upset, I dont regret it at all. I dont think Bel does either but then she does have quite a bit of sobering up to do. Time will tell I suppose. I hear another scream come from the bathroom followed by laughter from both of them. I. At this point there was a discreet knock at the door; I listened for the code and, once I was satisfied that it was indeed Mr Foster's 'associates', I let the pair of them in. They were both huge, heavy set men wearing dark glasses and smart but unremarkable suits. While I hurried to put my uniform back on, they used some lengths of rope to tie the guards up. When they were satisfied, they looked at Mr Foster who gave his blessing to leave. "Just a moment," I said before walking quickly over to. Everyone had told her that since puberty, when she had first set her sights on a performing career. So, when she targeted Walker as a lover, she expected him to fold with very little resistance. But he proved to be a hard nut to crack.For a start, she gravitated to him at every break for lunch. At first he sat with the other acting extras or junior members of the technical crew, so she had to make an effort to cut him out of the herd, by getting him to walk around the Studio plot, or using. Its forked spew of flickering yellow and orange light casting away the shadows of all the figures surrounding her and it. Casting away the sparks and ashes of all she had left to own in this world. There, into that rusted old oil drum, had she deposited the very clothes from her back… right down to her last pair of clean, cotton panties. Mother had ordered it so… just as she had ordered the donation of all the rest of their worldly belongings and organised the sale of the house Chastity had.