Carolyn Lomax, the girlfriend preceding Paddi-Ann, had given me only one lasting legacy: a developed taste for contemporary art. I thought about Carol...n as I led the way upstairs. Stacie followed me closely.Carolyn, or "Carrie," as she preferred to be known, was even better looking than Paddi-Ann. In fact, she was a knockout. She'd been a runner-up in the Miss Canada competition. And she fucked like a bunny rabbit. But in one way she was even a bigger cunt than Paddi-Ann. Carrie was a sicko.I. Inside the room were two winged monkeys; the King of the Monkeys and his latest concubine. They had evidently just finished a bout of sex; the King was smoking a cigarette, and the Queen was catching a quick nap."Put that out," the Witch hissed. "You know nobody is allowed to smoke in this castle!" Nobody but you," the Monkey leered. "Trouble is, you haven't smoked in years." Look here, you insolent beast," the Witch shouted. "I've got a job for you if you haven't exhausted yourself." Me?. "I don't mind him being in pain," Caleb said conversationally, nodding towards the writhing man on the floor, "but the noise of his screaming is irritating. It could attract unwanted attention, too," Caleb explained as he continued struggling to take the man's shirt off. "You still have control of the link. Would you freeze his vocal cords, please?"The silence was immediate, except for the sound of the Master Sergeant's feet drumming on the floor.Caleb got the shirt off, and quickly draped it. I was willing to be, say or do anything for some alone time with her. Thinking I'll never see her again the phone rang. It was Abbey telling me that she got the job. She wanted to celebrate but did not know where to go. Before I knew it I said “why not have dinner and a celebration drink with me tomorrow”. With that invite she said “will 4:00PM be to early”. “That is ok” so I gave her my address. “If you take a cab and I'll take care of the rest”. As I thought in more ways than one.Minutes see.