"I don't care the number. I can provide for several," I said. "I thinkit should be up to the woman. She's the one that has to deal with thepregnanc...es and births," I said."I just wondered if you would want me to be a baby-making machine," shesmiled sadly."If we were married, I would send you to school so you could get adecent career," I said seriously."You wouldn't just have me as a trophy wife?" she grinned."Why can't I have both?" I said jokingly.She then became serious. "If we're not. Get yourself right up to the living room.” Mr Betts marched Jordan up the stairs. “Let me get something to dry you off with.”Mr. Betts disappeared and was back in a minute with a bathrobe and a large towel. “Jordan, take those wet clothes off, dry yourself with these and I’ll run you clothes through the dryer so you don’t catch your death of cold.”Before he knew what was happening Jordan was naked, Mr. Betts rubbed him down all over and then put the bathrobe on him and directed the boy to. How many drinks were there inthe end? Susan will not be able to tell. Not tomorrow,not ever. Either way, there will be more seriousmatters to occupy her mind. The things kept leading oneto another with seamless ease worthy of a good pulpnovel. The conversation at the table gradually found itselfconfined in a triangle between Mick, Shane and Susan.The rest were locked out. Realistically, there wouldn’tbe room for one more as sexual innuendo, of a subtleand less subtle kind, got passed between. .. they so enjoyed being choked...” Hortense grinned with perverse pleasure, her smug pomposity as equally massaged as the thoughts which had her cunt swell, she’d enjoyed choking both male and female victims herself, and that method justified the perfect use for him in a spectacle on opening day ... and one he’d perform regularly whilst still of some use as an exhibit. But for now, she’d see him humiliated.“They must have been very weak girls to allow that to happen, deserving their fate.