Erika pushes her chair back and slowly gets up. She pulls the dress down and walks over to the table. As she walks, I raise the setting to high. Erika...'s knees almost give out from the force of the vibration between her legs but she manages to slowly walk to the table. The dress inches up with every other step. I look around and see all the male staff stop in mid stride and watch Erika. Some of the men at the surrounding tables watch Erika as well. By the time Erika reaches the table, her dress. They hadn't lived to see her marry Benjamin in what could only be charitably called a wedding as it was truly more of a merger of their two medical careers.But they'd planned it.Her brief flirtation with freedom in college, a blown-off semester in which she'd finally lost her virginity, smoked a lot of pot and drank a lot of booze, had earned her a summer stay in an institution where the children of wealthy parents went to 'rest', courtesy of one of her father's deacons.That had put her right. Hence why he had used her so harshly the day before, she was being punished for not being able to control herself, something she seemed to get punished for a lot. She opened the phone, not sure what she would find, sometimes it could be a simple “hello” other times a task and most often as summons. “10 minutes” was all it said. 10 minutes she squeaked allowed, how am I supposed to get there in 10 minutes? Rushing she turned off the stove, leaving the chicken she was cooking inside, grabbing. The gym was decorated like it was a k**s 10th birthday party complete with ballons and streamers luckly they had the bar set up."Vodka rocks very dirty!" I said. "Starting early?" the bartender asked. "I have no idea why I'm here, I didn't have many friends. I was the loser who sucked up to the teachers." I griped. "Another!" I added slamming the glass down. "No way...get outta here!" a voice shouted nearby. "Ryan Porter is that you?!" I turned and giggled slightly. "Hey Ty, how you been." I.