I could feel him glancing at me and finally, he came over and asked if I needed help. I looked directly at him and he had a drop dead GORGEOUS smile. ...Tanned and wearing the Menards shirt turned me on a little. His hair was cut short and spiked up a little. I know a little more about power tools than the average chick, so I feigned stupid and let him start to 'woman' down his description of certain things. We talked about tools for a few and I finally said I would go get my husband, but I. “Well, mate,” the man said truculently, “I’m with her now and she don’t need your ‘help’ any more. She told me all about you and I don’t like other men trying to get into my girlfriend’s pants. So I’d be dreadfully grateful if you’d keep away from her. Otherwise you’ll find life gets uncomfortable. Get me?”Victor looked at the man. He seethed inside with anger at the man’s attitude and assessment of his motives in helping Susan, but his face betrayed none of it. The man did not know how. ”The woman was surprised by Violette’s presence, and before she could ask, she received this strange request. Her eyebrows went up, and after analyzing Violette’s body language, she said.“What do you want Thabata’s number for? And what happened? This morning you were in a good mood, and something seems to be bothering you.”The woman’s name was Cheryl, Violette’s mother. Although she looked like a housewife, Cheryl was the CEO of a cosmetics company, and had, oddly enough, graduated in. "Hey Alice, let's get this," he grinned while clasping a leather slavecollar around her neck."Funny," she deadpanned, quickly reaching up to remove the fetish gear."How do you remove this thing?" she asked, fumbling aroundunsuccessfully."Oh, come on. You can be my slave tonight," he said grasping the chainleash that was attached to the collar."Or howabout you be my slave, inste?Um... Stan, honey... what the helldid you do?" asked the golden brown haired stranger wearing the collarin front of.