He forced her back to a supine position on the bed, and in the struggle her black jumper came up nearly to the waist. She had not bothered to replace ...he panties she had forfeited earlier, and Frank caught sight of her luscious pink cuntal lips in the black vee at the fork of her legs."Go ahead and fight all you like!" Frank told her, finding the struggle quite exhilarating."No! No, please let me go!" Betty pleaded, almost in tears.Her efforts were obviously tiring her and her struggles began. Really defenseless. And I felt an unfamiliar thrill. I was The Master. I could have my way with her.Now don't get me wrong. I could never enjoy subjecting someone unwillingly to such a situation. But Donna had willingly abandoned herself to me. She had declared her trust, and I knew I would live up to it. But I also knew she wanted to experience danger, risk, and perhaps humiliation. I could see it in the quivering anticipation of her helpless body and in her eyes.Ah, I thought, her eyes. And I. Scott. Scott and Emily. Maddie and Brad. The girls. The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the chair, his hair tousled. His clothes were rumpled, and he was breathing deeply like people do when they're get. I never worked with her. I just came in as she was finishing her shift, so a few pleasentries and check that the bar was okay was the most we spoke to each other. This was the case one Wednesday night when I walked through the door but found the bar dead. I asked Sarah what she had done with everyone. She explained that she'd had a few in earlier but not that many.It was looking like I was in for a quiet hour or two. As I looked at Sarah, she seemed a little less like her bubbly self. Perhaps.