I took the pantyhose off of her left leg and used that to tie the gag into place. I tied her hands behind her back with a set of nylon handcuffs. Norm...lly I wouldn’t do this, as it would be evidence that could be traced to me, but this time I had gotten the handcuffs from a previous victim. Sitting upon the small of her back I surveyed my work. The elegant and finely trimmed short hair that she wore atop her hair was now a mess and filled with dirt and sweat. I am proud to say that I barely had. " You are a great consolation to me, you know," Sharon replied.When they reached the Throne Room of the Golden Palace they were surprised to see that it was set up in a similar fashion to an American court room of the 1980s as seen in so many television series and films, except that where a judge would sit was the usual dais with a small throne on it. They were escorted to a side room and Ghada Baroud, the Emir's adviser on foreign affairs explained what would happen. Sharon would sit with the. Once we sailed over to the Gulf Islands and anchored for the night." Well, the invitation is always open, assuming between the two of us we can find the time." If I can't, it won't be all bad news. It will mean I'm busy, so that will be a good thing," she said brightly. "Anyway, where did you go to school?" In Vancouver, Britannia High, then UBC for journalism. It was my professor's connection with the newspaper industry that got me the job at the Clarion. I'm single, but not trying to stay. Fingers trailed over her broad forehead, over her high cheekbones, down to flicker at her lips, which parted to take a jocular snap at them.With the fingers of one hand stroking her throat, the other ran an open palm from her shoulder, down her arm to her own fingertips, which gently closed and opened on mine.On the return up her arm to her shoulder, I was sure her body gave a little jerk of pleasure. The hand that had stroked her neck now repeated the journey down her other arm with the same.