‘The men of Torvaldsland are upon you!’ The following moments seem to be in suspense of time … blood-curdling screams pierced the air, silence f...lled with the heavy swing of an axe, crunching bone and splitting flesh punctuated by the whistling sound of swinging axes. There is no true description of the horror that was suspended in those moments. The smell of blood mingling with the heavy scent of incense seemed to choke those scrambling to find relief, their instincts carrying them to the. So we went to a little shop about 6 streets from the gate of Christchurch. A blustery, jolly middleaged lady in a greasy apron waited on us, as we sat at the counter. She went back to her work as we sat and chatted and joshed. Simon, it seems, is fond of caramels and lives with his accountant father, housewife mother, and two sisters in a boring section of Surbiton. If his mother hadn’t been “grasping,” as Simon termed it, he would have gone to the community school and missed out on the. She took a mouthful of coffee and swallowed. “Well …” she paused. “We both know why we’re here but it’s hard to come out and say it.”“Your interest in corporal punishment?”She flushed and nodded. “It’s hard to admit out loud that you like it. In fact, you’re the first person I’ve admitted it to.”“You seemed to have no problem bringing it up in our meetings.”She flushed again. “I’d been thinking of you in that context.”He smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never been the subject of anyone’s erotic. You knowhow she likes being the center of attention. Still, I’dpay money to see Candace with tits like Marisa’s.”“G-man,” said John with a serious expression on hisface. “I can honestly say that they are magnificent.”Marisa and Flex were halfway to their cabins. “Wannaduck back behind the bushes?” asked Flex as they passedtheir secret rendezvous spot.“You’re insatiable,” said Marisa, nervously laughing.“That’s.