"Not funny, I need you there on the job, so to speak. I'll never find outwhat's going on otherwise" I retorted, and giving him a look that indicatedto...him exactly how I felt about his little wisecrack.He looked unnerved for a moment, seemingly surprised at the tone ofauthority that I had assumed, and then looked at his watch."Anyway, time and tide wait for no man, and I've a lot to be getting on withso I'd best be on my way" he said, moving his chair away from the table andstanding up."Thanks. The police said it was made by a steel-toed work boot."The next wound was a bruise entirely around his right wrist. The medical examiner found several of the wrist bones cracked and said the bruise was made by a hand being wrapped around it and squeezing."They found prints from Simms' right hand on a long, large knife near where Simms had taken me. The knife had two types of blood on it; one was DNA'd to Steward and was matched as the murder weapon. The police speculate the other blood was from. He had to clear it with the Corps Commander's staff first and then contacted the divisional commanders' ADCs to check that their generals were happy. By mid-afternoon everyone had agreed enthusiastically. All the commanders from the corps commander down knew and loved Frances. Mark guessed also that they were not averse to casting an eye over the Collins's reputedly beautiful daughter.Finally he rang the Green Howards."Adjutant!" Good afternoon, Sir." Mark!" came the delighted reply. "How are. ..“ “YOU want?” “Daddy, please. Let me explain.” “I’m all ears, but I’m losing patience, my sweet, silly, Goofgirl.” His mouth is twisted in a tiny smile and he walks closer to my head, so the drops land on my erect breasts. “I regret?” I offer. He looks at me. He blinks. “I regret I cannot do my job for you, my Darling, my Daddy.” My legs are starting to tingle, but the pussy Daddy has named “Toya” is dribbling down into a pool by my asshole. “And what happens when my baby slave does not.