He always insisted Susan was there; he was always reluctant. He was always gentle with both the children and the children’s attitude to him spoke vo...umes.Then there was the evidence about the keys. George had been right; the only keys that opened Victor’s flat had to have come from her ring, or been a copy of those keys. She felt a hollow fear as she realised that Seth had to have been the one who had been in Victor’s flat. George did not have a key to Victor’s flat: Victor was an owner. He had seen the torture room here, and had whipped Zubeydeh himself the day she arrived, as the Emir had instructed. He expected that if he failed the Emir he would visit that room himself, and that his stay there would be as unpleasant and as long as the executioner could make it last.The door opened and Zubeydeh entered, escorted by two eunuchs. She came warily to the foot of the bed and knelt there with her forehead on the tiles until he clapped his hands once. Then she rose and slipped. For some reason Bill had not been going out as much as he used to. It was now Saturday and Jane needed a fuck badly. The texts were flying between the two houses.‘I am so in need of a fucking…can we meet somewhere?’‘How about you just sneak out of the house and come round here…shall I bring a ladder and rescue you- lol’‘HaHa can you meet me at the station in 30 minutes…I have an idea.’‘But it’s 10:30 already -surely your husband will suspect?’‘Like I said I have a plan…see you there…or. “Aye, a bit better than a train, eh! We’ll stop and get a drink on the way, but shout out if you need to stop before then.”It was a very smooth ride. Mary and Tommy had never had a problem finding things to talk about, but she was quite quiet as they travelled down the different motorways towards London. Tommy pushed on until they got to Newport Pagnell Services. He didn’t need fuel, so he parked the car and they walked across to get some coffee.“So where exactly do you live, Tommy, you said it.