I yank your skirt down your legs and off. You shiver with cold and arousal.I yank so hard on the front of my bra that your torso comes up off the grou...nd. The plastic closure in front can't hold up to that kind of treatment and breaks with a snap. You fall back on your bound hands with a cry of pain. Grabbing your exposed breast, I palm as much as I can fit in my firm hand. I dig my fingers in until you cry out.You hear me hiss. I put the flat of the knife against your nipples. I laugh when they. .Suddenly a flash appeared and it seemed to light up my whole room I was dazzled by the brightness and couldn't see so I turned over and buried my face in the pillow while behind my eyes I could still see the flash I waited for my sight to return and while I was waiting I started to have a funny feeling like I wasn't alone so I went to turn over and found that I couldn't "what the hell!" I thought am I dead maybe the lightning struck me maybe it shorted something out in my brain or something. " "And the second?" Yes Mr Webster, you have been ignoring me. The only comment you have made is "Interesting use of blue and green." Yet you spend so much time with that tramp Mona Jones."Inwardly Jack yelled with delight. "First base passed," he said to himself.He chose his words with care."Mrs Barrington. You are a talented artist. Not as talented as Kathy, but I very much appreciate your effort and work."He was rewarded with the slightest of embarrased smiles. "Second base in sight," he. A tear formed in the corner of an eye. Then it rolled down her cheek. Not able to move a muscle she stood there. She looked into the dark night beyond her reflection. Then, slowly, she turned on her heels. She walked back into the cool marble space. She felt her teeth grind under the pressure of hard jaw muscles. But she kept walking — watched curiously by the reception boy.The elevator chimed its optimistic chime. The doors opened before her. She stepped in. She touched the top button yet.