I will not bore you with a description of the rest of the journey, which took us through Placentia, Cremona, and Brescia before reaching Verona twelve...days after leaving Genoa. At times I cursed Ponti for sending us on this Via Dolorosa. The state of the road varied from good to nigh impassable, depending on the wealth and energy of the commune through which the road passed.The British Consulate in Verona was housed in a dilapidated building in a narrow lane near the Arena, a well-preserved. ‘I have a name. How would you like it if all I called you was she-devil?’ She did not have to even look round to know that the domina’s fists had clenched and her spine had straightened like that of a ramrod. She had touched a nerve, and she knew it. She half expected to have something thrown at her, before she heard the slow hiss that signalled that the grey-skinned woman was letting out a breath that she had held in anticipation of giving in to her temper and lashing out. ‘Very well. How. ..hold on...let me just stretch the rubber over the base...ah...perfect." So big...so...full...Jennifer's breathing turned into grunts. Reaching inside her jacket, Karen retrieved two long, thin pieces of metal with what looked like spurs from a cowboy boot on their ends. "I think they're for making pies or something. But look what we can do with them." Karen pressed the sharp points of the wheels underneath Jennifer's breasts and drew them up over her nipples, then sideways under her arms.. "Do you have to bind to someone to fuel your abilities?"Andrea nodded."As do I. I'm bound to fourteen..." I glanced back at the hospital, remembering Anna. "Make that fifteen women. After Michael shared his knowledge with me about your society, I'm guessing I have so many because of the number and complexity of my abilities. I've been away from most of them for several days and have just spent many hours unconscious in the hospital. I think my Charm is trying to help me refuel my abilities.".