You?ve got my lap top. What else doyou want? Why don?t you let me go?? ?Whatelse do we want? I?ll tell you what we want, Miss, nosy fucking reporter, ...ady.? I was snarling now, my face inches from hers. She?dgot back into scared mode, which was fine with me. ?This laptop isn?t the wholestory. You?ve got the whole lot backed up, on-line.? The furtive flicker in hereyes told me I was right, but she shook her head. ?OK,? I said and nodded toGerry. He took a length of rope, knotted it in the. Next came a pair ofsatin panties that matched the dress, and had enough lace to keep severalbrides dressed well. White nylon ankle socks, and the usual black patentMary Jane shoes came next.I was told to hold out my hands, and the restraint mittens, againmatching the dress, went on and were tied. The next step was a matchingsatin training bra. Finally, I was told to stand up, and the dress waslowered over my head, and buttoned up in the back. As I stood admiringmyself in the mirror, I could. The king pondered for a while before finally saying. "Very well then, send for my daughter and we will see if her blood really is of my line." Again a cold glance was exchanged between the king and his once unfaithful queen. "If she is truly my daughter, she will gladly sacrifice herself for the good of our kingdom."It was Melanie who found the young princess, standing on the highest tower of the castle, staring out towards the hill beneath which the draig now held sway."Princess." Melanie. He occasionally got up and checked to see if the phone was working or to look outside to see if Maggie was walking up the sidewalk. He fell into a fitful sleep about three o'clock in the morning and woke back up at six. It took a minute for him to remember why he was sleeping in the living room still dressed in his suit. He got up and walked to the bedroom to see if Maggie was in bed.For the first time, panic began to set in. He walked back downstairs and walked outside. The police car was.