Their friends in the skating world were very glad to see them, together, and seemingly as happy as ever."Hey, Dance King!" Christine Arsenault greeted... Warren in the lobby of the hotel. Sophia was off chatting with Jack Garrison and his wife. "How's it hanging, Warren?" Fine as always, Chris. You ready to renew the battle with your arch-nemesis Liz Cushman again?" Of course. And you and Sophia are ready to go after Nicholas and Coleman?" You betcha." So, Warren. What happened? Really." Sophia. Onthis occasion, at least."Well," I sulked with all the feigned reluctance of a prom queen on herfirst date, "what do you think I should wear?Nodding to himself in wry satisfaction, Karl picked up the bag andstarted scrabbling through it again. After a few moments, he pulled outa sheer, cotton sunfrock; one I'd squirreled away in the event ofunseasonably warm weather. No ruffles, no flounces, no frills, but itwas the perfect shade of pink for what we had in mind."This," he said, and handed it. Red- Punishment, no scene possible.Jennifer listened, and remembered that Monica had chosen blue, which meant she was willing to play, but not have sex with a partner."The colors are an easy means of communication; each member has a full set of colors, at the check in counter back there. Each member has their own box and collection of items. Some who switch, which is to say they are submissive at times, and dominant at times. Edward, who you met in the parking lot, is a switch. He spends most. As she leans over him to adjust some of the machinery a devious thought enters his mind as he notices her struggling with it. Deftly he begins opening the buttons from the bottom of her top as it hangs loosely from her body. As she concentrates on the task at hand he raises a hand and presses lightly against her wide hip, feeling it curve inwards towards a narrow waist. "Did you need something," she asked as he touched her. "No." he didn't explain or move his hand. His fingers could feel the.