Britney watched as I pulled her right ankle towards me and then secured it with a leather cuff that I tied securely to her ankle. I then repeated on t...he other side. “I think my daddy is a freak. He likes tying up little girls!” she said with some of her bitchiness returning to her taunting voiceI finished tying her and then let her sit there as she looked at me. She actually stuck out her tongue at me.“Why are you such a bitch?” I asked“Because it is fun!” she laughed“Well tonight you are going. He caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder. A droplet of water beaded down from the tips of her soft, spongy coils. He swallowed, aware of the taut feeling in the bottom of his stomach. His stomach grumbled. Loud. ‘I’ll put some toast in for you, too.’ She slipped out as quickly as she came, knowing that he would not gratify her with a response. ‘Fuck him, he can go buy a breakfast hoagie or something. I bought that bread,’ Imar joked, grabbing a pair of jeans and socks. ‘Keep your bread, I was. Why not lay down? Why not take the day off and go roaming around? Stop and smell the roses!But that would make her just another intern playing hooky in the city, and she hasn’t come this far just to treat a summer-long internship as an opportunity to goof off. She’s different, she’s talented. She’s got potential. How else could she explain herself landing this gig, when so many other bright (to say nothing of well-connected) kids were turned away?Walking into the massive, glass and steel. ‘Not you,’ he said at her loudly, though not in a friendly way. She just looked at the bench top. He opened the small box and took out three rectangular magazines. He picked up the Glock and ejected the magazine from it. Then he inserted the full magazine into it and set it on the table with the two spare magazines next to it. He opened the large box. He was focused on his work. His eyes were cold. He put his hand into the large box and pulled out another gun. ‘This is a Browning Hi-Power nine.