"Just tell me!" exclaimed Tony. "It's embarrassing!" she replied. "And I don't know how you'd feel about it." "Honey," Tony said comforting her, "you ...can tell me, what's your fantasy?" Well," she continued, "I've always wanted to be manhandled in bed." Tony looked confused, "You mean rough sex, honey we've done that a bunch of times. I've held you down or backed you against a wall, we've done it." No, No!" said Chelsea almost shouting. "I mean really rough," she replied. "And it would have to. "I'm glad mommy finally came around!"I turned and looked at my daughter in shock. "What did you say?"Sarah moved between Jessica and me. "You're not going to hit her like you hit Wallace, are you?!?" She snarled."Wallace?" I asked. "Which one was he, Knuckles or Chain?" What?" "Yeah, one of them came at me with Brass Knuckles, the other one had a chain. I beat the one with Brass Knuckles pretty badly, but Chain hit me with a few very cheap shots then kicked me while I was down. Charming men, I. He had received the blackpumps in the mail a couple of weeks before, and when he saw the four-inch high heels up close considered returning them. Instead, hestubbornly set to practicing, wearing them around his apartment for awhile every evening until he could reasonably walk in them. Still, hedidn't know how he'd hold up over an entire evening of dancing.Frank had been a hit. Women had complimented him, guys had jokingly hiton him, he had won one of the best costume prizes and with it. Stacey looked to James for the signal. James was shakeing his head saying No! Stacey realized he was talking to the man behind her. She knew he wanted her to suffer some more by watching her friends, who were now being gang raped by 2 or 3 team members at once. James was waiting for Stacey to get to the point where she welcomed the spit as an alternative to watching the horror her friends were suffering. Stacey closed her, eyes unable to watch anymore. James moved over to her and slapped her.