Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Sam’s room/Friday, 20 December 0755<br/><br/>Tagging:  Sam.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deke’s expression didn’t change in the least as Sam just<i>laid</i>into him, ripping him apart verbally.  That was<i>exactly</i>what he’d told her to do, and he’d heard it all many, many times before.  But he<i>was</i>impressed that the little girl at his mercy had somehow been able to just let go like she had, and let him have it.  So Deke let go of Sam, stepped back and started giving her a slow clap.  “Bravo Sam.  Really, that was good.  You’ve got some guts Pumpkin, or are just as crazy as I am.  Either way, I’m impressed.”  Deke’s expression matched the tone of his voice, and both were sincerely positive.<br/><br/>“And yeah, there<i>is</i>a chance for you.  But only if you wise up.  So for instance, you got it<i>all</i>wrong about the Clubhouse.  It’s by invitation only; we don’t drag chicks there.  They’re not sluts, or whores, or even worse fucking<i>slaves</i>.  They’re there because they want to be there.”  Deke paused then looked Sam in the eyes.  “And I<i>haven’t</i>invited you there yet Pumpkin.”<br/><br/>Deke looked away from Sam when he thought he heard the sound of bike engines out in the street, or maybe rotors turning off in the sky.  But when he realized he was hearing things again, he turned back to the young woman in front of him.  “So how about<i>you</i>, Sam?  Why exactly are you here, in Daddy’s house?  How did you buy that oufit?  With Daddy’s Mastercard?  What do Mom and Dad think about it, or your bro and sis?  Have any of<i>them</i>ever seen you in it?  Told you how good you looked?  Or are you just Mommy and Daddy’s good little<i>slave</i>gir, Pumpkin?”  Deke crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Sam, his expression as neutral as ever as he waited for her reply …