Into the phone, I asked, “How did they get the bomb in?”“I don’t know, boss. We don’t think there was a perimeter breach. The police are all...over the place now, and Sir Edward is here too. The bomb went off in the garage, so my guess is it was a car bomb. If someone fixed a device under Dan’s car while he was at work, he could have driven it home without knowing. It would only have needed a simple timer to synchronise with the other bombs for 3am.”If that was true, we really needed to tighten. He comes before I can, but his taut grasp burns a release through my limbs. He slips over me. His chest beats against my stomach. He gasps for breath and then he groans and lets me go.He pulls off the paper bag and I’m fixed again.I press my back against the mirror, goose bumps formed on my flushed skin. I reach up and rub the back of my neck and draw a breath of cold bathroom air. He’s already turned around, his back to me.“Did you like that?” I ask.“That was fucked up.” He yanks the condom. Had anyone ever learned of his many trips to localestablishments which allowed him to indulge his passionfor stripping young women of all types and deliveringsound spankings to their bared bottoms, he might nothave been able to remain in the position of power heoccupied. Yet he never felt that these excursions, orhis out-of-town liaisons on business trips with ladiesboth professional and amateur, ladies who allowed him tospank them, or who, on occasion, put him over theirknees to redden his. She moved from one great pose to another. I moved candles. I lit a few more. Then I lit more yet, ending up with twenty lit. The results were spectacular. I gave her another coat of oil and continued. I took a few with different colored gels on a strobe set at low power illuminating the background. We had fun. Finally we stopped, turned on a room light and blew out the candles. Then we shared an amazing hug. Her body felt incredible all slippery with the oil. We removed the worst of it with.