To please Him. I'd do whatever. I'd comply, only please, just command me, Sir. That's the look that must have been impressed upon my face and in my bo...y. "You're tricks are no use to you here, slut." He grabbed my wrist with a slight of His hand and dragged me over to the bed, my tender, bare ass sliding against the soft silky silver--grey comforter. In His arms i felt like a little hummingbird in the hands of a giant, who could crush me with just the squeeze of a few fingers. My wrists were. "Dee was amused to see that her mother was actually momentarily embarrassed. It must be the motherhood protection instinct that she'd not completely suppressed. Helen got over it quickly, though, and rose to hug Jan and Mouse. Dee remembered from the wedding that Mrs. Collins preferred to be called that, for some reason, instead of Amanda. "Hello, Ladies. It didn't take long, did it?"Dee rose as well and Jan came directly to her with arms out for a hug. Dee wondered how all these women got so. ”“By the way,” Greg said to Darren, “you’ve gotten to know Ash better than the rest of us, did she say who Cindy might have said the older guy should be like?”“She did. She said her mom told her to find a guy like Nick.”“Our own Nick DiAngeli,” Greg said with heavy sarcasm.Nick said, “What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean Sandler?Like the rest of the guys, Greg had always lusted after Cindy McClain. She was a knockout and a nice woman. The words were unspoken but everybody but Nick thought why. The elevator opened and Jerry stalked out. Jake followed after him, as did Vincent, though reluctantly. Jerry’s cell phone rang.Jerry, the judge is on the bench. His administrator is giving him a note saying that you’re on your way.“Thanks, Leah.”They walked the block to the courthouse and stalked through the lobby. People stared at all three as they passed. They climbed the stairs and Jerry led them into the courtroom.Judge Thompson examined them as they approached the bar. He adjourned his.