Tears were running down my cheeks. "For how long?" he inquired. "Not sure exactly. Maybe 10, 15 minutes?" "15 minutes??? every time? just that??? What...was wrong with that guy? How often?" The questions just kept coming. He stared into my eyes the entire time, enjoying my obvious embarrassment. He never let me allow to break our visual connection. "Every time he was staying over. But it was always just that." He shook his head in disbelieve. "So, if he fucked you, why are you so still so. “That is amazing, Chief. Did you kill the entire pack by yourself, or did you have help?”“On my own, unfortunately. I was lucky, for they were distracted by two smelly men that interested them. The men were treed during the whole encounter. Did the men happen to come by here?”“No, sir. We have not had any strange men today. Anything you want to say about them?”“They are deserters from the army down south of here. I would say, keep them out, for they would be nothing but trouble.”“Thank you,. He was carrying his mug with him, and Iris realised that it had been a while since she had had a drink, and she was feeling quite dry in the mouth."Is this for the Billing's home, project?" she asked as she stopped typing and turned to look at him."Yes, that's right."She turned back to her desk and opened a drawer, to pull out a small folder."These are what I have found so far," she told him holding it up to him.He looked surprised for a moment; as he flipped open the cover, to read the top. There is shrimp in the fridge. I want a simple pasta.” He untied me. I had cooked for him before. With the leash dangling, and still naked, I stir fried the shrimp in garlic and butter, added some chicken broth and seasoning and put the whole thing over some cooked angel hair. I set his place in his dining room. He told me to sit in the chair beside him. I was not to eat. He read the paper as he ate. He ignored me. It was growing late and I was really beginning to worry. When he.