Let me take a shower first".I got up and walked to the bathroom naked, but he only had a view of my ass. I left the door open and told Ben to get dres...ed, it wouldn't take me long to shower. I stepped in the tub and closed the shower, as I heard Ben walk past into his room to get dressed. I knew once I was trying on the lingerie I'd be showing him everything... and I honestly did want to get some lingerie to surprise Peter with, since he brought it up last night. I was soaping myself up when I. Those few lines acted as a spur to the journalist from the Evening Times and he followed the incident up with his police contacts.In no time at all he had the horrific details of the murder of one Frederick (Fred) Little and the information that Little had been linked to the entire series of rapes that had been carried out over the previous months. He also noted down the name of Lizzie Houston and her address.For once Lizzie wasn't home alone - both of her parents having taken time off work to. I put around her mouth a pink terrycloth gag, that she could easily work off or speak through. I bound her ankles and then stepped out while she got her imagination stoked up. I came into the room with a vinyl whip in my hand. I said as if I were a tired parole officer, “What did you do now?” “Oh I was very wicked. I called an old nun a never fucked old hag.” “Bad, but not criminal.” I brushed her belly softly with the whip. “What else did you do?” “I hacked into the Pentagon and turned all. ”“I know. Was a big step for me, too, for a while. I thought it was nice to wake up on a blustery December day and decide that I didn’t need to do anything at all besides make sure the house batteries were charged and I had plenty of fuel for the cabin heater. Me ‘n’ Pickles learned how to spend a day or two tied to a tree on the riverbank.”“You did that by yourself. Are we going to be able to do that?”“You’re a lot better companion than Pickles in many, many ways.”“I should hope so,” I.