“But I tell ya what,” he said. “Now that you've seen it, what do you think of it?” he asked and snickered at the same time.Jordan just shook h...s head. But he did smile. He looked like he was debating with himself about what to say. After several seconds he looked up at Drake standing behind him and smiled. “It was hot!” he said and then looked to Drake for approval, hoping he didn't say the wrong thing.Drake didn't disappoint him. He looked down and ruffled Jordan's hair. “I heartily agree with. ”“And you stole it?”“It was an emergency. All we needed were the padding sheets. They are a rubric for the 36-line Bible,” Keith explained. “They were behind plain rag book papers in a bound copy of the Bamberg Gospels.”“And what makes you think that all you needed was the rubric?” Frank asked. “We may still need to wait for an official transfer of the Gospels to an evaluation center in order to complete the puzzle.”“I don’t think so,” Keith said. He hungrily accepted biscuits from the tin. There were dozens of them per breast. “Don't you? You're just a naughty slave that loves the pain.”Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and nodded her head.“Do you see, Daddy?” Stefani said, her hand grabbing another clothespin. She pinched this one on her mother's stomach between lengths of red rope crisscrossing her torso. “Mommy's just a submissive whore.”“She is,” groaned her father. “She just needs to be controlled, doesn't she?”“Yes, I do,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I'll just be wanton. I want to eat. I shall only add, however, that I got home without the least discovery, or suspicion of what had happened. I met my young ravisher several times after, whom I now passionately loved and who, though not of age to claim a small but independent fortune, would have married me; but as the accident that prevented it, and its consequences, which threw me on the public, contain matters too moving and serious to introduce at present, I cut short here.”Louisa, the brunette whom I mentioned at first, now.