”“I was no more and am no more, yet I am here. Sit. I have not finished signalling.”By mid afternoon, two more utes had arrived: the first from ...olly Springs was a tawny frogmouth, close kin of the boobook, the other – a short-eared rock wallaby -- from Timber Creek in the Territory. The red kangaroo of the Giju was awaited. He arrived when it was nearly dark.“It took long to cross the Ord bridge,” he said, “The water was high and fast.”“I will explain, now that all are here. I did not invite. I was struggling with anger and hatred and was emotional and tearful too! I felt useless. When my Mum and Sister returned I said nothing. “You ok sweetness,” my mum enquired, I nodded yes. The next day I dressed in some more new clothes my Mum had bought me. This was a simple yellow sun dress with a white scalloped hem and silk buttons all the way up the front with a fabric belt tied in a bow on the back and flat strappy sandals, I wore my lemon yellow bra and matching panties, and tied my. He had, at least, been spared Quinlan's cursed fate. This cliff overlooked a river, I saw now, and no body was visible in its depths. I had treated him poorly, and wished him well.It shames me even now to say it, but in the wake of such great tragedy the one I wept most for was myself. Quinlan had hinted to me of a future more than stealing crumbs and coppers, but he had been taken from me before I could be shown the way to it. Even if somehow I managed to find my way out of this wilderness, I. Ken and Greg are both going to follow my lead up your shitter. Or rather down, since your wide open asshole is point straight up into the air.While Greg is getting on top of you I think I'll get in front and slide my legs down under your arms. This would be easier if your wrists weren't tied to the bed corners. But the ropes have enough slack and they help remind you, and us, of your helpless submission. I can almost understand why you feel so sexy in bondage. But I think only a woman can.