It was going dark outside and we decided to walk down to the pub in the village. It would give us some fresh air and the chance to stretch our legs an... the pub also served good wholesome food, nothing fancy but just the thing to give us that lift to finish off one or two things before I set off home.The walk down into the village took about ten minutes and just before we got there we saw the worrying signs of snow beginning to fall. Perhaps it would only be a few flurries. The inside of the pub. I looked blankly at him and said, ‘Does it really matter? A little realism helps sell a place like this.’ He shook his head and we sat to discuss it. $15,000 later, we were approved. Similar transactions with the police and liquor folks, along with a sincere promise to have bouncers who really COULD, and an iron-clad guarantee against any growth in the local DUI problem solved the problems. None of them saw the extension to the basement behind the storage bins, after all, I DID want to open.. " I felt a peace sweep over me unlike anyI'd ever known before. "Thank you Sam. And again, lest you forget, you'll always be my one truelove." Each word echoed with tears: tears of joy. "I'll expect you here at 7:30 in the morning," he said as we broke ourembrace. "There's no place on this planet I'd rather be," I informed him. His headshook with confidence, the way that guys' sometimes do. I'd never been astall as Sam before and took one last moment to express my advantage. Igrabbed his head. Lexi felt a thin rope or thick string placed around her neck. She could tell Georgia was tying a knot, then felt the rope centered between her breasts as Georgia fed the ends behind her back. She didn't dare say anything for fear of the gag, tears soaking the soft padding of the blindfold as the rope was wrapped around her. She let out a soft whimper when Georgia began wrapping the rope around the base of her left breast, the rope just tight enough to bite into her skin. Again and again the.