The simrig was ready to be picked up - or delivered, though that would reveal his adress. The other purchases were lined up as well, ready in the evening and afternoon. So far the towed car was still sitting in the "pound", but retreiving it would not be much of a problem - temporary fake ID transmitters were easily provided there.<br/><br/>Flash did indeed smell, but it was from Jason's sweat and other bodily fluids left on or in her. Clean Metabolism bioware kept any smell from her own body to a minimum. The girl did stop struggling though once he grabbed her, and there was even some relaxing noticeable when she was in the shower, though also some light panic when the water hit her face - it was not quite waterboarding. Bound as she was she could not was herself, of course, leaving that not so unpleasant task up to him, and she seemed to be ready to behave, judging from the way she was hanging her head, letting the water wash down over her hair, plastering the red tresses on her shoulders and down to the middle of her back.<br/><br/>Soaping her up was another form of fondling her, which she feebly and unsuccessfully tried to shrink away from first, even though her body showed signs of reacting in arousal to his touch. Nipples got a bit nippy, she shivered slightly, and her nostrils widened while her cheeks just got a shade of red.