He had always thought it should belong to noone in particular. Perhaps he should have turned it into some kind of museum. Maybe next year. Or the year...after that. Not yet, at any rate.The sun was slowly dimming away behind the mountain, yet some wild sunrays bounced off the glimmering sea like flecks of sprinkled gold across his eyes. He squinted for a moment, and looked away.Dan blinked furiously until his vision redjusted and once he could see clearly once more he was startled by the figure. ." Don't tell me that work placement is going wrong!" No ... far from it. No, I just got off the phone. Tom's father ... let's just say he's out of the picture. He's going to be enjoying Her Majesty's hospitality for some considerable time." What's he done?" You name it. ABH, GBH, extorting money with menaces, drugs, receiving stolen goods. The long arm of the law finally caught up with him."(In English law, an assault resulting in physical injury is 'Actual Bodily Harm'. A more serious injury. As I was humming a song and jingling my keys, I suddenly felt a strong arm hook itself around my waist and pull me back into a corner. I dropped the keys, feeling teeth grazing against my lower lip. I didn’t need to open my eyes to find out who it was. His scent, the way those arms were wrapped around my waist, the way the person had to tilt his head down to reach my lips – it could only be John. I returned the kiss hungrily. God knows for how long I had wanted this – the only reason I had held. ” I say, undoing a restraint, “But only if you accept what you are now.”“Yes, Mistress.” She says weakly. “What’s that? I couldn’t hear you.”“Please Mistress! Please let your slave have a drink.” Smiling, I undo the rest of the bindings and push her to the floor, leaning against the wall so I can watch her crawl to the tap. It takes every last bit of energy from her, but finally she crawls to the tap and begins to drink, “Now what do you say?” I ask her, “Thank you, Mistress.” She replies in.