Gil looked at Devon, well he said, I guess that's that isn't it?' No said Devon, that isn't that. Gil paused looking at Devon's gloatish grin. 'There'... still the matter of the bet 'You don't mean? said Gil lamely. Devon smiled, oh yes I do, and sat back in his chair. He wanted his friend to squirm, wanted him to welch on the bet. He never thought he'd hear him say, 'Okay'. No wait thought Devon, it wasn't supposed to go this way. Here, or should we go to your bedroom?' Here;s fine said Devon. She shouldn't have to be worried about him. He should be able to protect her, damn it!With rage barely lidded behind his contained expression, the young man shrugged out of his shirt, shoes, and pants. Kayla threw off her tank top, took off her boots and rolled down her jeans, tossing them away. Aubrey shimmied out of her skirt, sweater, shoes and socks. Soon all three college students stood in the dorm room wearing only their undergarments. Mike looked appreciatively at the two girls' curves.. "Well my sweet," she said, "fate has brought you here and you have madeus a tidy sum from our little session, and nearly double that from theauction."I Gak Gak'd into the gag, drooling over her gloved hand. "We sold you toa lovely lady in Denmark, she is a professional dominatrix who lovesdressing her slaves in nylon and leather, she has been looking for a newpermanent slave for some time now and she was especially pleased to findout that you are not a willing participant, as she likes to break. He was bored already. His friends had only left half an hour ago but already the day stretched into nothingness.He glanced down at the white plaster cast encasing his left leg.“Come to France,” they said.“We’ll go skiing in the Alps,” they said.“We’ll have a blast, all those sexy French girls,” they said.The first day on the ski slopes, somehow, Dave had managed to crash into another skier as he struggled to master his skis. He’d felt rather than heard the snap, but either way, the leg was.