She told me about your talents, Brigitte. She told me you love to be controlled and find great pleasure in pleasing others. She said you were amazingl... skilled in the art of submission."There may be an audio equivalent for the tightening of vision one experiences when looking through a keyhole. This was whatBrigitte felt while the woman talked. The voice lost its structure and gained a woolly edge. It seemed as if all the sounds around the voice got wrapped up in a humming buzz. It droned and. And we drop back into regular speed.She speaks with a southern accent, sounding vaguely Cockney to the untrained ear ... She’s dark, but she doesn’t sound it.“Hello. My name is Joyce Fernandez, I’m 30 years of age, and I’m a pediatric nurse from Luton, in England...” She pauses, that knowing smile smirkier than ever. “And I’m here today, because I want to get very dirty, with a very horny dog!”We cut to a shot of her still standing infront of the bed, she’s got her hands behind her back and her. I'd normally use a fireman's carry, but you look light enough to carry in my arms if you put your arms around my neck and that way it will be easier to keep both legs still. Sorry I don't have enough shirt to bandage your sprained ankle as well, but at least it doesn't seem broken" I replied after finishing bandaging her bitten leg and quickly checking her other ankle.Stephen bent his legs and gently lifted her up, holding her firmly against his chest as her arms snaked around behind his head. Now this was breakfast.“Thank you again Miss. Omagato, everything looks delicious,” said Tony as he cut into the buttery steak. Of course this was the type of food Tony would eat at any four star restaurant in New York. The difference was that they were five and a half miles above the Atlantic, on their way to Italy. Tony glanced out the window and saw some puffy clouds several miles below them. So far this was a great trip, even if it was work. Tony had just finished eating when Becky woke up..