“Tell Me why you're on the hook.” “Miss, please,” Maggie sniffled, pathetic thing that she was. Her limbs were starting to tremble. Her Mistre...s let her chin back down so she could keep her eyes on the floor where they belonged. “I'm on the hook because I've been bad. I disobeyed You, Miss.” Her head hung low, curling auburn hair veiling her view of her surroundings. She dared not lift her eyes to watch her Mistress as She paced, not even so high as to look at the fishnet wrapped around Her. After putting Claire to bed and getting out of my sick soaked clothes ,Claire asked for some water , without thinking i went back to kitchen in just my boxer's, i had forgot that Donna wa on the sofa which i had to pass to get to the kitchen. Just as i was passing i heard mmmmmm thats why she married you, i looked down and Donna was on the sofa lying down with only her head popping out, my boxers were only about a foot from her head as she laid there, i stood there with my 7 soft inchs hanging. I was told by a number of the fellow vagabonds that I had met at hostels that if I wanted large, vibrant, interesting cities I had to visit Rio and Buenos Aries. So I left Cuenca and took the long flight south to Buenos Aries Argentina.First impressions, long drive in stop and start traffic on freeway, was not positive. But once the taxi was in the city my head didn’t stop swiveling. Narrow cobblestone streets, cafes on every corner and old architecture that I had never seen before other than. None of my customers knew how to find me, so there were no messages about that part of my life. Without those contacts, all I could do was just make hootch and move it.The film crew wanted to tell me some good news. Because I was exhausted I had them come by the next morning at 9AM.I took a long hot soak and washed my hair twice to remove any blood that might have gotten on me when I cut the guards throat. I left the box opener because I knew I would never be able to remove every trace of blood.