Mind Games and D.I.D

4. Isn't that guy into bondage?

Damian very carefully parked his precious new ride at the far end of the student car park to hopefully not incur any unwanted damages. The couple walked up through the school gates hand-in-hand, before Ferrie began peering around to locate her three closest friends, noticing them in the distance awkwardly talking to a couple mildly familiar boys. Morgan, Christine and Tammy.
Morgan: who was slightly shorter than the others, with long loosely curled, wavy brunette hair and brown eyes. She enjoyed low cut tops and tight leggings that showed off her curves, especially those of her backside which she was naturally gifted with having an ample load of. But today she was looking different and a lot more conservative than usual with a scarf covering herself up.
Then there was Christine: with her medium-short dark brunette hair that curled out at the edges and big blue eyes. She was quite thin and academically smart.
And lastly, Tammy: with her long, natural blonde hair. She was quite fashion conscious, adoring the colour of pastel pink. She was also rather naïve, but her heart was always in the right place with her religious upbringing as the head of her family was the local pastor.

Morgan then spotted them and grabbed the other two by their arms as she walked towards them.

"Ferrie!" Tammy screeched on her way over, jumping up and down before hugging her. "How are you today, honey?"

"I'm fine. Who were you talking to?"

"James..." Tammy muttered shyly as she pointed at the baby face boy with short dark blonde hair.

"James?" Ferrie asked with intrigue.

"Yeah, he's really nice."

"She begged us to go make small talk with them," Morgan muttered with a snicker. "And I'm sure he's nice, sweetie. Until you spend the night with him!"

"But he really doesn't seem like that..." Tammy tried to reassure herself.

"He's cute. I think he'd be perfect for you, Tam," Ferrie stated, checking him out a little before glaring back at Morgan. "Morg, what's with the scarf? It's like, the middle of summer."

"Oh, I thought it would be a bit chilly today..."

"Whatever!" Christine called her out.

"Okay. So, after our drinks last night, I kind of did go to see that bartender..."

"Tony?" Ferrie gasped and lightly prodded at the dark red scarf that sat around Morgan's neck. "Show me what he did to you. It can't be that bad."

"Trust me, it is. My foundation couldn't even cover it. I think it made them look more obvious, actually." Morgan cringed as she unwrapped the scarf and pulled it off. After flicking her long hair out of the way, her neck and chest displayed many large, circular reddish-brown marks.

"Wow," Ferrie exclaimed, clearly underestimating what she thought would be there.

"Yeah, I'm kind of embarrassed," she quietly admitted.

"Isn't that guy into bondage?" Ferrie asked bluntly. "And other rough kinky stuff?"

"Who told you that?" Morgan gasped.

"I've just heard some rumours..." Ferrie responded vaguely, followed by an awkward silence as Morgan refused to admit that much.

"Anyway, Ferrie. I thought you'd look a lot more beaten up today," Christine said, changing the subject.

"Oh, yeah. I've got a black eye... what the fuck happened last night?" She inquired. Morgan went to talk, but Tammy cut in.

"Oh my gosh! That girl was like, a kung-fu expert!" Morgan rolled her eyes.

"No Tam, she wasn't. She was just a big girl who knew how to throw a punch, that's all."

"Ohh," Tammy sighed shyly.

"You don't remember?" Christine queried curiously to see Ferrie shake her head. "So, we'd all had a bit to drink, when Morgan needed a smoke. Then we all went out front to keep her company, as we all know Julianne doesn't like smoking in the house. Then you saw this woman walking past across the road. She was big, like really tall, and you yelled, 'hey I could kick her ass!' And just ran over there..."
Morgan nodded, then glanced at Damian.

"And you know how hard it is to stop her when she's on a mission..."
Damian gave a nod back.

"It's a challenge."

"I'm guessing you went to punch her or something, and she must have blocked you... because you ended up punching the footpath," Christine offered up the hand injury explanation. Ferrie peered down at her knuckles, thinking it looked consistent with the story.

"What about my eye?"

"You got up and tried again... but she was faster and punched you in the face, then luckily for you, she just walked away," Christine concluded.

"I was scared. So, I called Damian. But you were pretty out of it when he got there," Morgan informed.

"Is that right..." Ferrie simply nodded while glaring at her bestie. "So, it was you who interrupted his night."

"Babe, you know it's fine," Damian assured her. "We all just want to make sure you're safe."

"Mh, thanks," Ferrie forced a curt smile as he put his arm around her for a side hug.