Mark tying boy scout knot to bind Natalie's wrists while inhaling the sweetness of her shower time scents, her hair fragrant with shampoo and conditio...er.Naked and cock-sure, Eva assumes the role of mistress, her breast firm and proud, her school cane's practising strokes flying through the dank cellar air as she circles Natalie whose arms are stretched taut by the cheap and grubby twine that cuts her wrists."They say you've been a bad girl," Eva says, running the tip of her thin cane down. I tried to but I just couldn't. I started thinking about the hard things. Don, do you think you could talk about holding me and touching my hair again? Please?" Then she started to really cry. My heart melted. She was in worse shape than I'd realized. "I can try. Do you have a pillow or something to hug?" Another sniff, "I've been hugging my 'Scruffy Bear' for over an hour." "Okay, scoot over a little so I can sit beside you. Now lay your head on my shoulder. Tell me if I'm. Twenty-two minutes later the house echoed with their father’s roar, “Brad! Morgan! Get the hell out here!”They came from their rooms together, Brad was almost nonchalant, Morgan, panic stricken. Just before they entered the front room to face their father Morgan put a hand on her brother’s arm to halt him, she looked into his eyes and nodded. He wanted reassurance he read her right, “I did it to the car, you do it with me?” She nodded again as stress lines creased her pretty features. “Don’t. Antonia's expedition was coming to a close and she was due to return soon. I had not shown or told her about what I had found on my island as I was thinking of showing her as a wedding present. I was wondering how much of a present it would be when word got out but even if we lost everything, she would still have her name attached to the discovery.The work on the island was still moving along but with more modifications as I was told by Mr. Nietzel. Further modifications to the plans were.