‘Mr. When he was done with the ropes he sat down cross-legged on the floor beside her and picked up the bottle of Coke. He took a swallow or two, then casually tilted the bottle and poured the remaining soda over Jane’s breasts, the brown liquid running up into the hollow of her throat and down over her ribs into the tablecloth. He allowed the last few drops to dribble down her stomach and fill her navel before returning the empty bottle to the floor. “Nuh-uh.” Suzy sounded a little disappointed. “We just looked at each other for a while, then I blew him a kiss and pulled down the shade.” She smiled again. “Ooo, I want to do that again! Right in front of him next time!”
Jane raised an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re gonna do that you’d really better tie him to a chair.”
Suzy laughed and said “Riiiight…” But it seemed to Jane as though Suzy was looking thoughtful again.
All the rest of that day they would occasionally grin at each other for no apparent reason. And Suzy never did ask Jane about her weekend. Bad Man’ used the point of his knife to flick them aside, exposing her breasts. “Whatever I want to, my dear.” He stuck the knife in his belt and reached up to pinch her still-erect nipples,
