. All done, Bradley? Excellent, thank you. Violet, is your seat more comfortable now? Good. Aren’t you going to thank Bradley? Now, I know you can ...do better than that, my dear. You can meet his eye and smile while you thank him, can’t you? Yes, like that. I think we’re all right for now, Bradley, thank you. Excellent, my dear, you’re doing much better. Bradley’s very nice, isn’t he? We’ll have to do something special for him later, don’t you think? Now are you sure you’re dry? Hmm...I think. I stuttered. Apparently I didn't do a very good job of hiding it with my gym gear."Seriously, what are you doing with this? I'm not even sure what it is." Is this your toy, or are you using it on some trixie I don't know about?" No, no, it's mine." I stammered, not wanting her to think I was cheating on her.She shook her head and laughed. "If I find out you're cheating on me," she waggled the latex toy so that it bounced up and down. I just shook my head."If it's yours, what the hell do you do. Once done they got into John’s truck- left Cassy’s car to get later-and headed off to Charlie’s. Once there, they got out and headed into the bar. It was packed of course with people drinking, music blaring, and a pool tournament which Cassy went straight for. She’s very good at playing pool, she’s not lost a game in three years and didn’t plan on losing one tonight either. Walking over to the sign up board she checks out all the competition. She recognizes all of them of course. Mike. "Thank you again, Evan. I'm glad we could talk." Me, too," Evan answered. "Tell Andy to drive safely tonight." I will," Regan promised as she looked over at her boyfriend. "He means a lot to me."Camille stood in her bra and panties as she looked through her bags for something nice to wear downstairs. The skirts and slacks she had packed were dirty because she'd worn them to work during the week. The only thing she could find that looked halfway dressy was a green tube dress that she had planned.