The girl moaned and surrendered to the pleasure; suddenly, though, Mrs. Jones was no longer rubbing her breasts. Instead she forcefully gathered Laure...n’s wrists behind her back and tied them together with a bungee cord.Lauren’s eyes flew open. “Um, Mrs. J? What are you doing?”“I’ll tell you what I’m doing,” said the woman, gagging her captive with a piece of cloth. “Teaching you a lesson, that’s what. You’re a tease, Lauren, did you know that? You walk around practically naked and act so. She was right. How could I worry about something that I didn’t believe in? I tried to consider what she meant, what everything she’d told me meant, but I was too far removed by skepticism. I looked down at her hand, covered by my own. The sensitivity in my chest was one thing I simply could not deny. Maybe a change in subject would help. “Why is my chest so sensitive?”She focused on me again and smiled. “We’re bound for your initiation,” she said. “I’m very sensitive in the chest and you’ve. “Oh, I bet you are - and every other guy I’ve met since leaving the gym earlier.”We sat there drinking and chatting now that the awkward moment had passed. She sipped a bar-made fruit drink and I worked on my beer. I discovered she was a fitness trainer, which fit with the way she looked. I couldn’t help, but wonder what she would look like naked lying under me. I shared a few details of my “so exciting” job as an account manager at an investment firm. She did seem to take some interest in it. "I had forgotten about it and asked her to see if Reggie wanted to go with us. She came back and Reggie was with her. I made them sit quietly for five minutes while I completed my thought and jotted some notes so I could remember the points I wanted to make.We went over to Snuffy's. April remembered that we won the World Series bet there and she was superstitious. We watched the race and the top three in the Derby finished in the same order at the Preakness. Reggie was happy and April was on.