So, rather than just get into the same lift as you in the mornings to try to get into conversation with you, I have decided to be rather more direct."..."Why?" I asked. She extended her hand to cover mine. "Because I fucking fancy you like crazy and it's not going to work for me if you keep not noticing me!" The heat covering the back of my hand had me rock hard in nanoseconds. I hadn't noticed her before because I had had a girlfriend so I wasn't being fast-eyed. But she'd called time on our. The smells, noise, disease, fear and sheer terror, somehow, not transferred by the silver screen and all the tricks of modern film making.He had watched the ruins of buildings being rebuilt, almost in an unseemly haste, as if to purge the lingering scars of destruction from sight and therefore, from memory. Mental scars could not be rebuilt or expunged from the mind so easily. Time was to be the only healer and that, not very successful in its efforts.Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of. We all watched as the shift came off and her wizened flesh and sagging breasts were revealed. I had Jack tie her hands to an overhead beam and picked up a cane. There was fear in her eyes now and amidst her crying and howling she pleaded with me not to cane her. She felt her punishment had already been given. I felt otherwise and laid four strokes of the cane across her back, four more across the back of her thighs, and a further four across the front.At my instructions we left her there. Suddenly the scally lads burst through the door. "Is right!" said the lad who had first whispered into her mate's ear, "we knew you'd be fucking her in here. We watched you loosen her up." "'Urry up lad, we want in" said the guy who'd given his email address. The guy fucking her mouth pulled out and squirted his copious load up onto her eyes, almost glueing them shut, then coating her mouth and cheeks. "That's it lad, splat that slut" said a voice from the side, as the guy in her twat pulled.