" From what I overheard by chance your father is going to one of these parties in London on Friday and plans to take one of you. The following Tuesday...a party will be held here. By then, Tuesday, I may find a way to help. None of you can be allowed to go Friday. That I can take care of. Is there a dish that you and your mother like but that your father will not eat?"She thought for a minute, then said, "Yes, okra." When you next see okra on the dinner table, all of us but your father must eat a. As I had noticed earlier, his girls were his reward to himself for keeping his nose to the grindstone during the week, he almost always called a girl the night before the returned home. He had gobs of frequent flier miles and we shared a credit card account. So I bought a ticket to where he was doing business and arrived during the day while he was still at work. I checked into his hotel and even managed to get a room close to his. Next I called his escort service he used there and told them I. ‘Soft thing wants eaten?’‘Yes!’ Murielle thought back, surprised that she was telepathically in contact with this strange, alien mind. ‘Tear out my belly! Make me cum!’‘Soft thing wants eggs make?’ she could feel it thinking, confused by its prey’s sexual desire.In the exotic, eat-sex-sleep world of the raptor’s mind, Murielle could see events it had recently experienced. Yesterday, it and several others had brought down a huge, toothy monster for the young ones in its pack to feed upon. It had. The next morning both of you are blindfolded before you are brought to the breakfast table. Breakfast is eaten in silence. It is obvious this day something important is about to happen. Both of you are brought to the centre of the training room and are positioned standing, facing each other, belly to belly."Stick out your hands, Teresa." You do as you are told and feel fur coated cuffs being strapped around your wrists. Soft but nonetheless effective. I grab your arms and gently fold them.