Sometimes he even likes to wear them. Either way he was paying her $125 per each pair of dirty panties she could provide. After their session Chayne c...hanges back into her clothes and finishes her glass of water. The curious thing about role playing is how opposite a person’s life is from their fantasy. She never knew why a grown man would want to be humiliated. Her father was never like that. He was a man’s man. She had never seen her father cry and she rarely heard him say that he loved her.. . come in peace?”An older woman with short-cropped, graying hair and sad eyes looked him up and down, especially the blades hanging on his belt. “Why then do you wear the weapons and armor of our tormentors?”Logan looked to Alan for guidance. Alan just nodded.“To do to them what they would try to do to me first. To defend myself as I search for a way to escape out of Hell. My name is Logan and this is Karen. Karen is one of you, a damned soul.”“Like us?” Sad Eyes came closer, staring at Karin.. " Remember A Ronnie" I said when I got up to leave, "And it might be wise if you were to forget that it ever happened. We wouldn't want me to hear it being talked about, would we? I would be pretty sure where it came from and that would be bad, very bad,"No obvious need to talk to anyone else since all they were were people who had heard things so I went straight to the one that mattered. I couldn't treat Dean the way I'd treated Ronnie. Dean and I had known each other since grade school and we. ‘I dint sass you.’ The boy said, barely able to breathe. His accent was unabashedly Southern. ‘You ast’ me what I was doin’ in the dry room and I tol’ you. Mama tol’ me to get the bleach powder and scrub out the tub ‘fore she got home.’ ‘Don’t you talk back to me, boy.’ The man barked, holding the stovewood up to strike the boy again. ‘I done tol’ you to quit pickin’ on me!’ The kid yelled defiantly. ‘Hmph!’ The man snorted. ‘Yor mama ain’t here to watch over you now boy. You don’ talk to me.