.." his thoughts were brought to a shuddering halt as the train started to slow, its wheels squealing as the brakes were applied."Ehup? We're nowhere ...ear t'unnel; wonder why we're stopping here?" Joe was saying. "There's people outside, and they've got guns. What are they doing?" He asked, looking out of the window.Then there was the sound of gunfire and people were screaming. "Oh, shit! It's the blasted British Free Forces!" Joe said as he ducked down under the window.On cue, the doors were. I don't care if they fire Stan, her ass is mine." With the air conditioner to her car being broken and only warm air blowing through her opened car windows, that certainly didn't help her anger any more than usual. The 5 o'clock traffic and summer's heat made matters worst."2390 Monteray Boulevard. Finally, I made it here. Okay bitch, I got a six pack of whuppazz for you.", she said to herself as she parked her car and gathered up all of the videos and documents. She approached the house,. She could move them back and forth a few inches, even sliding the waist chainsideways with some effort, but her reach was sharply limited. When she triedto move her hands down, up, or out the waist chain held, keeping her handsclose together at the back of her waist. All she could manage was some movementside to side. She could turn her wrists within the cuffs, there would be noproblem with circulation or pinched nerves. Her preparations were complete. She was bound, helpless,her nude body in. ..perhaps this time for ever.Suddenly her eyes closed as she began softly chanting words in a languageI'd never heard before, certainly it wasn't Irish Gaelic which I knewslightly more like that crazy old Father Christmas' language I'd heard inthe arcade.Then slowly her eyes opened again as she began to smile that samehesitant shy smile up at me that I'd immediately fallen in love with whenI saw her for the first time in the firm's restaurant.Then gently putting her hands into mine and standing.