He couldn’t say he was upset that the Tankers, and Bosh, were dealt with. But he wasn’t overly amused by the Goddess using Jane and Cindy as bait....Well ... Jane could take care of herself and he knew that. Rationally. But she was his wife, and he felt a strong need to protect her in spite of the fact that he knew she really didn’t need it.Still, it was probably time to talk with his Goddess. If she was going to be this hard on her followers, well ... he didn’t know what he was going to do.They. With her legs split so wide, her prominent clit, and the pink inner labia, were completely unprotected. Her breasts, which had no sag anyway, were standing out from her body from the tight ropes. There were red streaks on her skin from where she'd bled earlier, but Gary saw she wasn't bleeding anymore. He frowned, noting that the cuts had mostly already closed. Ken took a short flogger and hung it from Jane's left ankle, where it would be in easy reach for anyone who wanted to use it."Well,". “Tony, have you woken up yet?” Father Petrou called.“Give me a minute, Father.”“I’ll be in my office,” he replied.Fifteen minutes later I walked into Father Petrou’s office, under my arm the bag containing the money. My good friend, the priest, was reading from the bible which was spread open on his desk. If I hadn’t coughed, he wouldn’t have noticed me standing there.“Merry Christmas, Father Petrou,” I said.“A Merry Christmas to you Tony.” He smiled. “I didn’t see you all day yesterday. Did. I’d never met Maggie, but when one of the Jayport gunners had heard how we’d named the trebuchets at Widemouth he’d proposed “Maggie!” for this one and several others had laughed and agreed. Listening to them explain exactly who Maggie was also on my to-do list.I knew that Andrew had seen Bridgetown’s siege engines many times. He’d probably watched them exercised a few times. This was clearly the first time that Vernon had seen one used, though. We didn’t get anything done until he’d watched a.