Spilled cups of beer and inverted furniture. The front and rear doors bolted shut from the inside.The pathetic weeping of his brothers as they moaned ...nd thrashed, convulsing terrified on the floor. Their cries unheard beneath the thumping party music. Looking timidly to each other for help, each as cowed and helpless as the next. The Zeta girls moving casually above them, stripping them naked and efficiently hogtying them. Zeta would break his brothers on-site and transport them here once. Apparently she was standing in the gym locker room. The players had their own locker room. Being very quiet she snuck to that door. She tested the door knob and sure enough it turned. Without so much as a noise, she opened the door and peeked inside. The smell of sweaty gym socks met her nose, but happily the room was dark. Like the other rooms only the security lights dimly lit the room. She moved slowly into the team room. She checked the first locker she came too. It had a pad lock on it. Kristen grinned and playfully rolled her eyes. ‘Welcome to the world where everything you say gets turned into something it’s not!’ Waving a hand at the bartender, Kristen ordered two glasses of tequila for her and her new friend. Kristen rearranged herself on the seat and stole an occasional glance at the woman. Jennifer’s dress was a nice, seductive creamy white one that was tight in all the right places and showed off the Oscar winner’s body very, very well. Kristen was in something similar. Now, tell me where the playroom is, and I'll collect Dylan and go." You are not taking my son out of this house." He's my son, too, you know." You walked out on me nine years ago, when I turned down your marriage proposal. You haven't been to see Dylan since, and he looks upon Francis as a father. He's only twelve - you can't just barge in and disrupt his life now! He's well-adjusted." I can't believe what you and your soon-to-be husband have done with that child. From what I've been told from.