The second strike hit me on the right inner thigh and I could tell that one would leave a welt. I didn’t move.?I’m in a mean mood tonight, slave g...rl,? he said. ?I want to beat you and fuck you until you scream. Will that be alright with you, slave girl???Oh, Sir,? I said, ?I am your slave girl, and if it pleases you to beat me and fuck me, then you should just go ahead and not worry about how I feel about it, Sir. I have no rights at all to say one way or the other. I’m your property, to do. She pulled at his shirt, urging him into her window. ‘At least you can leave by the door this time.’ **** The only hotel operating in Gannis Falls was actually well outside the city limits, nearly twenty miles north near the wooded border of Virginia. Collin pulled into the lot totally deflated and feeling the tinges of exhaustion. Most of the parking spaces were empty. While the hotel was one of the very few in operation anywhere within a hundred miles of Gannis Falls, customer demand was. PEARL AND DEAN“Damn it, Dean, careful with that camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been using with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting birds migrating from summer feeding grounds in. He was fine. He had to be. She went into her bathroom, taking the phone with her. Jumping into the shower, she cleaned up quickly. Wearing a simple white button-up blouse and a pair of faded jeans with black flats, she was in the process of pinning her hair into a bun when the phone sounded again. It was Angelo. ‘Did you find him?’ she blurted. ‘Eh…no, sweetums, but I’m on my way to pick you up. You decent?’ Abigail snatched her glasses off her bureau and slipped them on. ‘Uh, yes, but where.