‘We meet at last,’ a female voice greeted her. Even in the semi-dark, Annälisa recognised her adversary immediately. Not that they had met, but ...he Latin-American woman’s signature two piece cat suit was unmistakeable. The Swedish hit woman believed in practicality on the job whereas this woman—known as ‘Salma’ because of her strong resemblance to Salma Hayek—believed in flamboyance. Her tight black trousers, casually held together by two snaps across her crotch, sat very low on her waist,. Does it... have to... hurt... hurt so much?" I'm afraid so, Tonya," he said, apologetically, "You'll learn how to work through the pain, and then maybe even make it work FOR you; you know, like, 'No pain, no gain'? Oh, not meaning to change the subject, but are you hungry?" Yes! Can I have something to eat, please?", Tonya asked."Certainly!", he replied, "Let me loosen these restraints, and we'll see about getting you fed." SHE... won't be there... will she?" Nancy?", he responded, "No, just. Finally she concluded with a question:"Now, I wanna know how come you didn't say nothin' before you and Ken went over there to that fuckin' ink studio!" I ... I ... don't know ... I just forgot..." That's shit, Jason ... shit! You fuckin' knew I wasn't gonna let you do it, that's why you didn't say nothin'. You didn't fuckin' forget! So right now you're lyin' to me, ain't that true?"Jason said nothing, but a tear ran down his cheek."Well, ain't it?!" Yeah ... it..."A sharp SMACK interrupted. I could feel something deep in me. He battered my cervix. Pleasure was mounting. Moans poured from my lips. I could feel my orgasm mounting. I raised my legs, trying to tighten for him. Pain returned, but he grunted. I was pleasing him. My eyes rolled back. Then it happened.I saw Alvin. He was standing on the stairs, staring. His mouth hung open, tears poured from him silently. I could tell he wanted to do something, but he was frozen. I wanted to stop, to comfort him but I couldn't. I couldn't.