"Hi, everyone, sorry I'm late." He carefully avoided looking at Marilyn which she immediately noticed."It's OK, Sammy, they know," she said, walking o...er and grabbing his arm possessively. "Let's go, boys and girls."Oliver would be running things today, and from the moment we arrived his authority was clear. "So nice of our stars to join us," he said waspishly as we came in. I looked at the backstage clock on the wall; it was 9:59. It took me another one of those nanoseconds to decide against. Underwater, two hands slide over my modest moguls, which causes the kind of shivers that have nothing to do with the cold."See? Your nips have a hard-on already.” Fingertips sift them as if unwrapping a pair of Hershey's kisses without the starter tab."Those are frost heaves." My teeth might be chattering Morse code, but a more sordid reflex starts scribbling its own unspoken language elsewhere. I twist in a half-hearted attempt to shake her bounteous embrace, uneasy about the fact that part of. 3) You will obey my instructions immediately, without question or hesitation.4) Your name will be “Slut” until or if you earn named slave status.5) You are the lowest ranked in this house; you will obey orders from anyone and everyone unless they contradict my orders.6) The code words are “Red” for stop, and “Yellow” for I’m not sure I can take it anymore. “If you use either I will be disappointed both in you and in my instruction pace.” “I am proud of the fact that I have never had a slave use. ‘Now, what do your friends call you and what’s that phone number?’ I held the pen above my left palm ready to write. She looked at me for a long second then asked, ‘You’re serious aren’t you?’ When I nodded she continued, ‘My friends call me Irish. I’m tempted to give you the number, but I think I’ll wait and see how the rest of the evening goes.’ Still grinning, I clicked the pen closed and slowly returned it to my pocket saying, ‘Dang, so close, yet so far. Maybe by the end of the evening, I.