I put my hands up to stop another slap, but then she whacked me on top of my head with the dildo. "What did I say?" That you decide." I answered in be...ween gasps of air. "You decide, not me." So, are you going to push it away again?"I shook my head no. "No Ms E. I'm sorry!" That's better. Now open up. It's going down your throat again."I made a little sad face, but opened up as wide as I could. And she pushed it REALLY deep. I mean, I think she almost got the whole thing in. I started to gag. In the end she decided there was no alternative but to plunge in and see what happened.“Could I speak to Ms Calloway, please.”“Just a moment. Who shall I say is calling?”“My name is Allison Terry. Ms Calloway should be expecting my call.”“Of course. Please hold.”The voice at the other end of the telephone was softly spoken. Allison couldn’t help wondering if it came from one of Ms Calloway’s clients, pressed into service as her receptionist.Ms Calloway’s voice on the other hand was brisk. “June. "Shania did want to. So on the Monday Mike phoned Victor Rushworth, his lawyer. Victor was a friend and handled all Mike's legal work for the company so he was willing to fit them in that morning.He saw Claire's and Shania's bruises and also saw the photos Catherine had taken, then he signed a statement and his secretary countersigned that they'd seen the injuries that day. Then they took the two through their stories and he notarised them. Claire got a copy of everything and the originals were. PerhapsBertha's or Bertha's supervisor's unexpected courtesy to her hadn't been dueto their own magnanimous nature, after all, she thought, or at least notentirely. Maybe the ancient gods had interceded upon her behalf, working aspell upon the officials, just as they'd apparently earlier worked a spellupon Stephen, as, reading the online version of Ovid's enchanting sex-changestory, he'd been transformed into Stephanie.If so, Stephanie was grateful; she was also glad that the ancient deitieshad.