By the time we reached this point we were desperate, having exhausted almost all other options. Hayes was certainly agreeable enough to making the arr...ngements and he even had a plan in his files for how to go about such a thing. The problem with this plan is not in the conception or the assets but in the execution. Whiting has an elite battalion of the Martian Planetary Guard providing around the clock security for her. Now most of the MPG are bumbling boobs that like to dress up as soldiers. Leave it to Tabitha to rip the fear right out of me and replace it with reason. I temporarily hoped that she did not say ‘I told you so’ later in the week. ‘Fine, but I’m not dressing up.’ It was in my nature to defy her at some point. ‘Okay, you’ll wear jeans, that dark blue halter top with lace that ends just above your bellybutton and the sexy red mandarin collar blouse over the top.’ A frown creased my brow. ‘Not the red blouse. That dresses everything up. Even jeans look like evening wear. , then my sister was in front of me, kissing me, and whispering, “please Rodney, hurt me, really hurt me, then fuck me I deserve it!” I asked if she had a brand, but she shook her head, “no not yet, but I will soon” she whispered, “but not today.” She poked in her drawer, then presented me with her whip, and a belt, whispered “please” then lay face down across her bed.It was a fantastic sight, my loving sister laid face down on the bed begging me to hurt her arse, and who was I to deny her. It was 2 in the afternoon and I saw her go into her room earlier. I reached back and kicked in the door and was greeted with a scream. Yup, Taylor Swift was standing in front of me. She had on a little black tank top with a black skirt that was just above her knees. I closed the door and locked it as she came running over towards me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the gun I was carrying and pointed it at her, which stopped her dead in her tracks. ‘Well Well Miss Swift, how are you this.