’ ‘You kidnapped us, blackmailed my sister-in-law, shot my husband, forced me to give you head, killed my sister-in-law, and killed your brother. ...ou have a pretty bad rap sheet. I wouldn’t want that.’ Sam put his head in his hands and growled. ‘You don’t know jack shit about this situation.’ ‘No. But in light of my being involved in this situation I think I have a right to know.’ ‘Of course you would think that. But the situation doesn’t involve you. You just think it does. If that bitch had. There were eight boxes on the table and a small stack of towels and pamphlets.The students grouped in the open space between the table and his desk He turned his chair to face them. "I'm sure you've guessed why you're in my office this morning. You are the first group selected for The Program." He could tell from their expressions that they understood. "Please take a moment to read one of the pamphlets on the table." A girl, the Freshman, grabbed a handful and passed them on to the others. They. It seemed like an adventure, a longer adventure than I had imagined. I'm still a bit of a renegade, a maverick, that's what Lucas call me, but the road not taken sometimes brings with it consequences. In this case, boredom, a few moments of lovely scenery and an incident on the train reminded me of consequences. Sometimes, they're not so bad.Stopping somewhere in Kansas on my way to California, I saw a young black soldier carrying his duffle bag and back pack onto the train between the adjacent. Doing so was forbidden and would bring a swift and certain reprisal.Suddenly a soft sound distracted her, a light click of heel on tile. Forgetting the water rising up towards her, she turned her head and looked with longing eyes. A familiar figure stood outlined in the doorway. Tall, sensuous, commanding, and above all…beautiful. It was her Mistress. Mistress Bianca. Two more clicks and now a subtle metallic, almost chime-like sound as the woman stepped just inside the room, coming fully into.