Inside, she had dropped back against the wall with trembling fingers against her tingling lips. She was shocked by her reaction to Royce Masterson, an... then she moaned as she dropped her hand with a face of utter despair. She had no answers to the panicked questions exploding in her brain. If only her mother was there. She’d know what was happening to her. She slowly became aware that Royce Masterson was still on the other side of the door, and that he was still ramming an angry fist on it for. Suddenly, in a spontaneous moment, one of the coaches grabbed Cherie by the arms and neck and drug her roughly into the dugout. Her mouth was covered by someone’s large hand and her speech was finally silenced. It was not a planned abduction but each of the men had gotten more than they could stand of her awful behavior and she was about to get what was coming to her.A sock was crammed in her mouth and a length of ankle wrapping tape was wound around her head to keep the sock in. This muffled. And as long as it’s just fantasy,that’s okay isn’t it? I mean you don’t really want it to happen do you?’ I was so wrapped in my fantasy by now I couldn’t honestly say whether I could separate it from reality, but I was smart enough not to say this. ‘No, of course not. It’s just a bit of fun.’ ‘Yes, I think we can do that. We’re adults after all.’ Trying not to grin I asked ‘So, what about you? You must have some fantasies.’ She shook her head. ‘No, not really. That’s what I’ve been thinking,. An identifiable smirk appeared on her face. Huh... Bernie, son of Simon and Eliza, had the gumption to ask her, the famed cougar of Elm Street for a sexual favour. She looked away for a moment and then turned back to stare Bernie straight in the eyes."Tomorrow is a Sunday. You can come round to my place at around two in the afternoon. Make sure you have a good rest before that." She poured him a drink from the decantor. In an instance she has raised his status to that of a man, a drinking.
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