"He's going to do something during his game tonight?" I simply nodded my head."And it has something to do with the attack on you?" Again I simply nodd...ed, letting her slowly put things together herself."I'm not making the connection. Does it have something to do with my father's relationship with the guy who shot you?" Yeah, the shooter was a Chicago bookie. James made a promise that he'd throw the game tonight by a guaranteed four runs, going so far as to specify how he'd accomplish it. That. It had taken two weeks for her to start to slip into the programming once again. He had used his time wisely, deepening her programming as she shared more and more about her dreams and fantasies only to forget all about them until she would find herself living them out. Today she would find herself doing just that once again. Despite the mask being tighter than she expected, she was determined to get it on and make the prank work. So focused was she on her task, that he didn’t even notice that. He called his parents first to tell them that he had finally met her—the one—and that he was positive that she would not disappoint as others had. Megan called her parents with equal results. The two sets of parents contacted each other. They knew and loved their respective children, they knew this was for real. On their one month anniversary the young Marine officer proposed, placing a small but exquisite diamond on her finger. He did so with some trepidation. He had made this gesture once. He put on a bathrobe, with nothing underneath. Then he went to go wake Xania so he could fuck her. She was staying in the little-used guest bedroom just down the hall.Alan knocked. Hearing no sound, he went in. He could tell by the way her arms were positioned under the covers that she wasn't tied up anymore. He kept the light off, but went to the edge of her bed and gently shook her awake. "Xania. Xania. Sorry to bother you..." But you'd like to fuck me?" Xania laughed good-naturedly as she.