" Hmm, I guess I can't argue that point. Anyway, it's done now. Let's get everyone else out of here and lock the place up. I'm going to take a walk an... get something from Starbucks. Anyone else want anything?"While the others politely declined, Kristen ordered, "Ashley, go with him."I shrugged and started walking.Ashley and I chatted as we waited in line, but we were almost ready to order when the barista from a few weeks ago caught my eye. I remember being fascinated by the thought of grabbing. “Just English mustard please.” He interrupted.She smiled. “And a bottle of the Barossa Valley Shiraz.”He nodded.“You seem to have the same tastes as Bradley,” she said. “He likes T-bone steak and the Australian Shiraz’s.”She was smiling and once again it made him wonder if she knew what was going on. “Would you like some House Champagne put on ice, sir?”He shook his head. “Much too much for me.”“We do half bottles as well sir.”She seemed intent on getting him to have champagne as well.“Bradley. He didn’t refrain from mentioning that the rescuer had been treated without due courtesy by David’s wife. David, who certainly believed in doing the right thing, wasn’t too pleased about this at all, and when the doctor had gone on his way he went in and asked Janet to tell him her side of the story. She simply said that that silly old fool had tried to get himself drowned again and that some idiot she didn’t know had delivered him back to their doorstep. She was totally fed up with him anyway.. The conversation soon came round to her marks, Dan asking if she would be fit enough for the coming weekend, all eyes turning to Gaye who stood, by now a little unsteadily and fumbled with her dress zip, muttering “you judge, your my master…” Dave rising to help her, a tent forming in his trousers as he lifted the dress from her body. she had on just a scanty thong. The welts had eased though that right breast and one or two other spots hit by the tip of the lash, still had faint marks, and.