Simon frowned and focused on dodging the punch Arwen threw, again telegraphed by a hard final syllable. Once he was out of range again, he said, “Ma...be you’d better just tell me what you did and I can tell you what I would do under the circumstances. If I have to guess, this is going to take a while and you’ll get tired before I do.”“The hell I will.” Arwen threw a left hook.Simon stepped into the arc of her punch, blunting the blow by letting it glance off his bicep and throwing a couple of. ” “Yes of course I am.” “Good then put on some shoes and lets get going.” I enjoy watching her try to sit with the butt plug in and try to put on some shoes. I pull on socks and shoes quickly and wait for her. She keeps jumping and twitching as the butt plug slowly drives her mad. We set off a few minutes later. I make sure that the key and the lube make their way into my pocket. We walk towards the center of the island. The beach we are looking for is on the far side of the island from where. " No one will see you except the people who brought us here. There's a private jet waiting for us in Cincinnati." How can you afford a private jet? A private plane and pilots cost an enormous amount of money. Surely you didn't rent one just to come get me." It belongs to Frank Wainwright, and he isn't charging us anything." Wainwright? The billionaire? I saw him on TV at my job. Something about a town he's rebuilding. I can't watch TV here anymore since my wonderful husband hocked it to a drug. Satisfied for the moment, Matt stopped the film and went to bed. As heclosed the door, he thought he heard some noise from Patrick's bedroom buthe dismissed it and closed his eyes as his phone showed 1:19. If Sebastianhad returned, he would have heard it, right?CHAPTER TWO:It was already 9:37 when Matt woke up. He laid in the middle of his bed,naked, and tried to get back to sleep but his bladder decided differently.In the dark, he couldn't locate anything to cover himself so after.