screwloose

"Oh, William? Leave me hanging, are you kidding?" she laughed, putting one hand to her cut chest and letting it all out. It was a long, happy sort of laugh, the kind of laugh one wouldn't expect from someone who may be getting experimented on later in the night. Or in the near future. "No, he doesn't do that. Sometimes I have to ask, but that's all part of the game. I beg, he commands."


She turned, taking the shampoo from him and plopping her own bit out on her hand. "Your turn. Uhm...how do I get around the...thing...on your...head?"