Sometimes it's just talking but on days liketoday it's more like "on." I was on I.M.s with him when he growled "I need to release some energy tonight,...it's been one of those days." I knew what he meant; I was to meet him at thebus with my cuffs and collar on, no underwear under the sun dress, and drivehim straight home. Once at home, I'll be stripped and he'll get to do whathe needs to do to work out the stress of his day. And later…. I'm supposed to type this up as a reminder of why I'm his. . You won’t remember a fucking thing… And let's just say, that’s a damn good thing…”Looking up at me, I could tell her mind was struggling to communicate with her body. “How about we get you worked up a bit,” I said my hand slid back in between her legs, caressing her voluptuous lips.“Just enjoy the ride sis…” I whispered into her ear as I slowly dove my middle finger deeper into her folds, “Or don’t...”As my right hand continued working on her slowly moistening pussy, I gave her tit a hard. The only problem, as I saw it at the time, was that I had no idea what her name was, or if we had a history between us. The thought did occur to me that, before the plague burned itself out, we would all have some serious history between us. In some ways that was thrilling. When I thought of how little I knew about the life of the boy I had taken over, it was not as thrilling.That night found us glued to the radio listening as the news brought wave after wave of terrifying statistics to us. The. The Vultures were mostly all chicks and they ran under the charge of this big fat cow named Suzie. Depending on which end of the PMS teeter totter she was on, the Vultures would either side for or against the Polecats if, hell when, a fight broke out tonight.The rest of the bar was full of various independents, groupies and wannabes. Father Torque was at a back table, sharing brews and stories with some other old war horses. He saw Flo off at the other bar in full war regalia, her ample charms.