I think Christina was feeling like shelost her life too as well as her mom that awful night. Going 'recluse'might've worked for me but it wasn't right... for her. It just wasn't fairof me. She's a social person like her mom was. She probably neededpeople around her to move on. Arlene had always been a favorite aunt.She'd always been in Christina's life. Christina had been friends withone of her nieces when they did gymnastics together. Lately Christinahad become quite withdrawn and angry. She. Tonight wasn't going to be like that.This past Wednesday she was called into the office of her English professor Mr. Morrison. Heather had cheated off of Mary and Mr. Morrison confronted her with the plagiarized paper. Heather's stomach was in knots - next week Mr. Morrison would tell the dean and Heather would likely be expelled. Worse, Mary might get into trouble too, but Mary didn't know it yet."That's not happening" Heather told herself. One of the office aides was a friend of Heather's and. ”You could hear the anger in Derby’s voice. “Don’t go gettin’ no ideas. Fifty-fifty, remember? We’ll ride on with you but Ben and Hank will stay long enough to find that body. Cut his head off when you find him boys. I’ll enjoy pissing in his face even if he can’t feel it. Let’s ride.”There had to be over a dozen in that bunch. I hoped they didn’t catch Elsa and the boys unaware. I’d pounded it into them before I left to keep a constant check, just in case of something like this. In the. .were slightlyatypical, but the long travel period had the added benefit of ensuring thatRiley was unable to play with himself for several days leading up togetting home.As he walked back into the apartment the first thing he did was grab thechest from under his bed and unlock it, revealing a large pile of thongs,lingerie, dildos, bondage equipment, outfits, and most importantly....hischastity cage. Before he could be overcome with desire he stripped downand fastened the tight metal cage.