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Queenie’s mods promised to side with the chat and told Queenie that she would end up wearing all seven restraints. As soon as everyone understood the game rules, London started the first fast poll to get the fuck machine going. With only ten seconds to select a puzzling option, the chat exploded in a fury at the cryptic message. Most simply chose a random answer and Queenie laughed. Did they think it would be that simple to ruin her? If she merely told them to choose between slow, medium, fast and insane, the chat would almost always choose ‘insane’. Hence, the streamer made things difficult by preparing a list of questions that the chat must get correct to trigger ‘insane speed’. It was a l

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"I fix my own problems." I rolled my eyes and made him sit up to look at me. "Tell me your problems.," I said. Adam laughed. "I'm serious!" "That's what's so funny," he said. "Tell me." I reiterated. He took a deep breath, still smiling, and sighed. "Alpha Schneider is giving me problems with Europe," he said finally. "You don't think you'll be able to overtake him?" "No, I do," he said. "It's just taking longer than I thought."

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again. Geni: That's what I thought. Now what kind of ice cream do you want? Me: Mint Chocolate Chip. Breyer's. Geni: K. Give me about an hour to finish up and get there. I toss my phone on the couch and listen for any sign that Chance is waking up before unpausing my show. Claire and Jamie are going at it, high-budget porn style again, but I still can't concentrate.

He took out his phone and unlocked it. Then he noticed that last night he received a message from an unknown number. His one hand moved towards the apple juice and his thumb moved towards the message to tap on it. He started sipping the juice and finally opened the message. "Please make me pregnant hubby!" The message registered on his mind and he spitted out the juice on Ariel's face in shock. "What the hell, bro!" Ariel exclaimed in shock, as her makeup and dress were ruined. Ray and Scarlett started laughing hysterically seeing Ariel's horrified face.

Half an hour later, the auction was about to commence. I sat next to Xavier, bored out of my mind. I had to drink grape juice because it was good for pregnancy. Suddenly, events took a dramatic turn. The soothing classical music stopped suddenly, and was followed by a shadowed announcement delivered in a monotonous tone. “Everyone, please remain calm! There's a bomb threat!" After the first scream tore through the silence, the group of celebrities that was so composed moments ago began to shove and jostle their way toward the exit.

"Ms. Lawson, Mr. Sinclair just had someone deliver this." Inside the box was a pair of ivory satin wedding shoes. The heels weren't high, and there were blister pads attached to the backs. A card lay beside them. It read, "Your heels blister easily. Don't wear heels that are too high." I held the card tightly, and a sharp ache welled up in my chest. So he still remembered. When I was 18, my heels had been rubbed raw and bloody the first time I wore high heels. His voice softened over the phone. "You got the shoes?"