You move to grab Heather for a quicky

You reach out as she shimmies away. She backs into a corner. You shake your head, speculates about what she could do to you. You pursue her casually like a serpent to a little critter.

You said. "Heather. There is nowhere you can disappear from inside of this ring. Now give up, or I will..." you whisper lowly. "fuck you until your brain dead."

Heather's eyes swell in confusion. "Oh, mister boy scout isn't so much a boy scout." She studies you in a fresh light as a hand stretched down to her devil spandex, which overlays her soft skin and privates. She produces a golden...

What the fuck? You thought as panic fills your chest. How did she? When did she? I got to get my watch back. Oh fuck.

"Oh, look what I discovered in your clothes. A pretty little watch, I think this pulls my outfit together. Don't you think Chad." she said, knowing she had you beat.

You put on a brave front. "Nice. You found my sentimental watch. My grand..."

Heather spat out. "I don't give a fuck concerning the back story to this garbage ass watch. I care about the begging and groveling that you will do to get this back. Now please start."