Grabbing the lotion, she sat behind me with a leg on each side."Can I ask you a couple of questions?" she asked, trickling lotion on my back. I tried ...o make a spasm look like a shrug."They're personal, about the twins and you," she warned. She put her hands on the small of my back. She worked the lotion up and towards my sides. Any warning was ignored as my brain focused completely on keeping me breathing and processing information from nerve cells that screamed in pleasure as her hands over. I sat by the fire with Dog. I wondered what the future would bring. I had a chance to go back now. It might well be my last chance to be someone of whom I could be proud. Which way would I turn. I had no idea what to do, or answers I could give Colonel Martin. I knew that I had tortured that man, because he simply wasn't a good man and he had information I wanted.I broke Gingers finger just to get information, so I could bring her husband back to answer to the UN war crimes commission.. But one day I get a mail from a female , she only wrote ? wanna to be my slave? . I am very surprised from it and hurriedly reply ??yes mistress I want to be your slave and want to serve you and do anything to tell me to do, please make me your slave? that time I was so excited even I does write a appropriate reply. After some days I got reply ? introduce yourself as a slave on yahoo messenger? . I do it but mistress decline it then I send another one and then my mistress accept me and we talk. “You’re right,” Mike said.Sonny looked at the door and said, “I’ve got to be leaving now. It’s time for me to check out of this place.”“You’re wrong about one thing though,” Mike said.“What?”Mike said, “There are a lot of good people left in this city.”Sonny said, “Maybe, but I suggest that you take a trip around this country. Visit some of the small towns when you get out of here. Meet some people and talk to them. You might not like what you hear, at first, but I think you’ll grow to.