She slid her hand into Timmi's. "Timmi?"Timmi turned and smiled. "Yeah, Bobbie?"This is gonna be so weird. "I like the outfit. I..." Here goes."I thin... you're really cute."Kim tried to hold the laugh in, it only succeeded in suppressing thenoise. The smile couldn't be held back."You're super pretty, too. Nose ring's cute, too." I was just thinking." Bobbie tried to fake a devilish look. "We couldhang out in your room?"Timmi stopped and laughed. "It's the elbows, huh?"That was it. Kim's laugh. It brought her thoughts back from searching after the lost memory of how she got here to the danger she was currently in. Then she felt the same coarse hands tug the ropes which tied her hands. The rag in her mouth muffled a squeal. She could smell whoever was tugging the ropes. She smelt sweat, she smelt dirt. She smelled what she believed to be a peasant like herself. The bounds on her feet were checked next. The fear took over her breathing as her heart started to race. What would happen. The large carriage had brought more than just the expected three women and their agent, so welcomed by Cuthbert Framlingham; along with them and several other women, was their old associate, Woodge, the simpering male freshly introduced to the pleasures of being dominated, and thoroughly so. The covered entrance had provided more than useful in allowing covert entrance of persons that even Framlingham was not privy to, Hope Randall amongst them.Violet Atkins smirked with Althea Richmond, as the. I guess they chose it because my name kind of sounded like Mo,” she said.“I remember that nickname. He was a baseball player from the old days, I think,” I said it with a laugh.“If he was from the old days, you should be sure,” she said. “And yes I’m joking about you being older than me. You are older, but you have seen and done more than I have as well.”“Nah, it was just more years of being bored and learning nothing,” I said.“You seem to be doing fine. You are obviously the leader of that do.