Suddenly her phone rang, which was on the table beside Justin. He stopped thrusting long enough to see who it was that was calling her at two in the m...rning, and the caller ID read "Out of area", and Justin was intrigued. He stopped fucking her, and picked up the phone."Constance, is that you? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you since midnight to wish you a happy new year. Is everything ok?" Who the fuck is this, nigga?" Yelled Justin into the phone. He recognised the voice on the. He turned his eyes towards the soup which the jailer had brought, rose, staggered towards it, raised the vessel to his lips, and drank off the contents with a feeling of indescribable pleasure. He had often heard that shipwrecked persons had died through having eagerly devoured too much food. Edmond replaced on the table the bread he was about to devour, and returned to his couch--he did not wish to die. He soon felt that his ideas became again collected--he could think, and strengthen his. .. But no, I can’t see myself becoming a, erm ... What would it be? A full-time dog-slut?”We cut to Charley on that comment, our implication being that Charley IS a full-time dog-slut.“In that case, I suppose we should get right to the action...” Says Charley. “And to do that ... We’re going to need a doggy...”She turns around and looks down the beach.We look down through the crowds, and then we see him. Treading carefully, light-footed through the sand, is a decidedly effeminate man, Gay. "Before Cal could attack, Tawny had already dropped the hawk-nosed,buzzard-faced heretic. A shot to his solar plexus from her right fistand a strike to his testicles from one of her powerful thrust kicks hadtotally incapacitated Evan before he knew what happened. He lay in thefetal position on the floor, twitching and groaning in agony. Tawnyknelt down and grabbed him by his hair, lifting him up to look into hiseyes. "Do you want to say any more, my oh-so-pathetic and weakspecter?!" she.