I really wanted her with me but I wasn’t going to beg. Three times was more than enough. I took her refusal as a sign that she didn’t really love ...e. Or, at least, not as much as I loved her. Now, looking at her face on my screen, I refreshed my thoughts on why she’d rejected me? Over the years, I frequently thought about Gaynor and our parting, until I finally saw sense, recognizing that she had been justified. In hindsight, her refusal was perfectly reasonable. She had been in the middle of. "Put her down, sir," I said grimly."But she's —" he sobbed."Put her down, you fucking asshole," I ordered him. "We've got about three minutes before they break in here. Put her down!"I threw him the blanket."Wrap her up," I screamed at him. "Wrap her up!"I knelt beside him with the doll."Molly Benton," I said. "1027 Brandywine Lane. January 9, 2010. Life-size." Hi, master," said the five-year-old girl who appeared between us just as the Pope finished folding the blanket over. She'd be missing a. Did I find Bob attractive? Was I a repressed homosexual? Images of Bob naked reeled in my head. That time we shared a hotel room, I had always assumed the muddle over the booking had been a random cock-up. The drunken embrace when we got back to the room had, I thought, been camaraderie. Whose idea had it been to watch porn on the pay per view? Mine probably. Looking back, it was Bob who laughingly suggested we watch The Cane Mutiny. It turned out to be about sex starved pirates. They rebelled. How she didn't know. He had placed heron the rug, in her kneeling position, and placed a simple mechanical egg timeron the fireplace hearth. "Keep your eyes closed. Do not break position untilthe timer goes off. When it does you have the rest of the weekend to yourself.You will stay here in the cabin tonight. Tomorrow you will return to your apartment.Be home before six." And that was all it took. He'd removed all her restraints,even the blindfold, and left. Motionless she had knelt on the rug.