”“What?” I said dumbly. “What did she tell you?”“Oral sex. Penetration. Even the special things we did that most people don’t.” She pa...used and her face grew stormy.“What has she got that I haven’t?” she growled. “She’s young, that’s all. So young that I put her over my knee and bloody spanked her like I used to when she was little. You should try it some time, I think she likes it.” She was trying to be two things at once: the victim and the gracious senior who can’t be hurt. Trouble was, I. She showed him out andextend her best wishes to the bride to be.He was next taken to the hair stylist. The chairs were in a room withmirrors decorating every wall. The stylist took his hair out of its ponytail and studied his look. She said, "We need to add more length andvolume. Do you trust me?"Heather nodded yes.Checking the clock, and she went right to work. She shampooed his hair,and added clip-in human hair extensions. She claimed they were so goodthat they would turn heads. She. I figured that, for the amount of flack we are catching, we deserve to have ourselves a little X-rated fun while we’re solving this problem for the citizens of our beloved state.”“Damn, Mike, I love it. It’s hotter and dirtier than hell. Now tell me which superheroine you are planning to use for this disgusting, depraved job,” the Governor asked eagerly.” “None other than The Blonde Avenger,” Mike proclaimed.“Oh man, what a perfect god damned choice. That smoking hot bitch has the best body. "William looked up into the insane eyes of his attacker and knew that hemeant every word."Ok. Ok. Alright. I'll do it," William said, the fear in his voiceobvious. "But, please, let her go. I'll do whatever you want, just lether go."Harris smiled. "I like it when you beg, bitch. You look so much sexier onyour knees, begging. But she's not going anywhere and neither are youuntil you learn your place." I know my place, honestly..." William tried to negotiate with the crazyman, but he just pulled.