She wouldn't let me do her shopping for her, but she accepted a weekly ride to the grocery store. I noticed she mostly bought microwavable meals. They...were better than nothing, but not much. But then she was ninety-four years old, so I suppose it was a little late in the game to worry about the negative effects of highly processed foods on her health. Nevertheless, I insisted she have dinner with Annie and me at least three times a week. Annie didn't eat, of course but her presence at the table. Longings had emerged, but they had agreed to take sex off the table as it were. They realized it would only ruin what they had worked so hard to build… a safe place in the midst of a cold world.Now, the question loomed. What would each do?She had carried a blanket as she often did when they would sit along the river talking and watching the stars. Alex had brought a bottle of “two buck Chuck” to share. George, ever the fastidious one, brought glasses, saying that passing a bottle around was too. His voice echoing in the dungeon.“You are all my slaves now. You will be punished for even the slightest disobedience. You will never escape, you will never be rescued, you will never be free again. The sooner you accept that the sooner your torture sessions will stop. Tonight you will be pierced. You will be tattooed. And you will be tortured. Oh, and if you make too much noise I have a fun way to make you suffer in your cage.” He said, with a growing smile.Dylan then walked out of the. ?Don?t mention it.?Kat took the stairs to her fourth-floor office, booting up her PC and checking her agenda for the day. She had a meeting with the Colombians in an hour and a half, and they were likely to be her biggest buyers of the month. From what she understood there?d been problems down in Colombia with their supplier, something about a critical shortage of security equipment when the government was launching another crackdown. Rather than wait for everything to get sorted out with their.