Her ally now was Sara, a theater major who Jackie met in the first session of summer school. They quickly became close, and when she explained her fan...asy, Sara offered to make Jackie’s one-woman orgy the highlight of her annual Mabon celebration. “It’s called the Feast of the Ingathering, a celebration of the harvest,” Sara said, excitement twinkling in her deep brown eyes, “You can do it at my party and you’ll reap a harvest of willing guys.” Sara’s house was the setting. A barn that had been. Thus the controls for the room's lights, air-conditioning, electrically operated curtains on the windows and on the four-poster bed itself, were under the pillows in the centre of the bed head. The bed itself had discrete lighting so that when its curtains were shut the occupants could still have bright light if they wished to read, or dim light for other activities, or none at all if they so desired. The roof of the bed was, of course, a mirror.As the couple entered, the Emir waved away the. .. knocked me over, the ill-mannered sod. Vivian swung a punch at 'im..." The look she gave Vivian was as if he had rescued her from a dragon. "but 'Odge punched 'im in the guts an' then punched 'im in 'is face. 'Viv's got a split eyebrow an' needs stitches." I'm OK, Sonia; I've had worse than this at work." Vivian was a line manager at Fords of Dagenham, and I'd heard the workforce there are a bit handy with their fists when it comes to making a point to management."I'll take Miriam's car an'. “Do I need to show you the bruise?” Something changes. His expression shifts to an intensity that gives me goosebumps. “What? Do you want to strip for me?” “Fuck you!” “You know, you’re saying that an awful lot.” I’m boiling over again. Not only that the asshole had to follow me, now he also makes sexual suggestions! I part my lips, but I close them again, unable to find the right words in the gooey swamp that my mind has been turned into by the constant heat. Yet my rage won’t be quenched, and.