"I... I went to the police today. I saw the article in the paper, and... I told them what I'd done." Is that why he did that to you?" Marcus voice was...still cold as he tried to work his way through the sudden rush of emotions."He... I went after this." Why did he do it?" Shawna asked, having stepped around behind Marcus, trembling slightly against his back."I... He wanted me to bring Hope to him, and I wouldn't." What did he want Hope for?" He wanted to pay her back for writing that article. I. She could hear the crunch of her shoes against the ground in the almost silent night.Goosebumps rose on her arms as the night chilled. She was wearing a one shouldered green blouse. It didn’t quite drop low enough to cover her stomach and her hip bones were exposed. Her skin was slightly tanned, as she occasionally made visits to the local tanning booth. One of her arms dangled down past her hip, her purse loose in her fingers. The other wrapped around her exposed midriff, trying to preserve as. They walked hand in hand through the guest car park, which was full of Range Rovers and BMWs, towards the entrance to the main school building. Even from afar they could see a large number of people queuing up, handing over their tickets and walking through into the school cafeteria which, today at least, served as a bar to entertain the parents ahead of the show.In their old town they knew almost everyone. But they were still very much new, and had not yet found time to develop new. If your slave does not completely understand your instructions, she will not share the importance of the instruction given. Every step of the way, communicate with your slave to make sure she is on the same page and knows what you expect.Get your slave involved in the execution of your desires. This gives her a greater sense of pride toward the end result. And, slaves are usually very smart, and may have an idea or two that you never thought of! Go ahead, ask her, you'll see! :)Praise highly.