I saw Shanda's head come back over the side of the bed. Her face was blank. She let out a sigh, "Haven't I told you I don't like punishing you? You kn...w I have to now, right?"I nodded awkwardly, "Yes, Shanda, but...", I stopped myself."Yes? you have permission to speak.", she said."Well... I presumed we were the only ones here. Otherwise, you know, why would you risk getting caught?", I asked as I sat back up on the bed. She leaned against a pillow, the blanket only half on her."Frankly, bitch,. It felt like it, at least. Although the facial plastic surgeon had assured her ten times over that she had completely cleaned it of debris and had stitched it up beautifully. She slid to the edge of the bed, placed her hands behind herself and hoisted her body up, then hobbled over to the full length mirror. She held onto the top of the dresser for support. She stared at herself, blinking hard, trying to look through the mess to see the woman she was a year ago. The bruises on her face and. She felt so much more sexually awake since that time, aware both of her own needs and the desires of the others in her party.Tamara reached up her right hand to caress across her cheek, moving it down to her neck. She teased her own breast with her finger-tips, feeling her nipple harden. Yes. Her left hand joined in, massaging both of her soft breasts under her blouse. She reached around and unclipped her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, but keeping her blouse in place. Her pert nipples. No thank you. Nightly prayer has my destination penciled in as long as I don’t screw it up at the last minute. You should consider it. Do you have a Bible by your bed? Can I give you one?” I held up a copy I keep in my desk, you’d be surprised at how often I use the line. “We could both be saved. You know, anything short of His Big Finale is just selling ads on the news and chat shows. Look, there are Satan’s agents now.” I pointed to a helicopter with my Bible, then had a sudden inspiration..