Finally she settled on a setting and began stepping backwards till she felt the bed behind her. Turning, she reached down, picked up her Trinket and ...oved around the bed to the bedpost. She hung the Dream Catcher on the post and sat on the bed. Lynn bunched up the pillows, fluffing them then patting them. She folded a fist and punched them a few times. She smiled as she pulled her arm back and took a few more ‘venting’ punches. She smiled at her undamaged pillows then sat back into them. Her. Once again she closed her eyes as she felt the warm golden liquid dribble down over her face.When the dripping stopped, Bond cautiously opened her eyes, and watched Ulla put the now empty stein back onto the desk."Hope you enjoyed your drink, for now I am going to kill you, ja?"Ulla sniggered.She then reached her wet thick strong beer-coated hands down, and clamped them around Bond's neck.Bond began to choke and splutter as Ulla squeezed her throat."Ha ha ha! You English sound funny vhen you. Frankie invited them to sit down and quickly established the big one was called Gav, his mate was Steve and the guy who had gone for the door was Trev.She looked down at Gav and could see a massive bulge where he sat on the sofa, she had to look away because she thought he had seen her.They started to chat about the job they were on the way too, while they drank their tea, Frankie now painfully aware she had two men in the house and no underwear on, she was convinced they knew, Gav certainly. Give me half an hour.” I rifle through the wardrobe and pull out a crisp white shirt. I tuck it into my high-waisted designer jeans and open the buttons low enough to reveal the dip between my breasts. From a certain angle, you can see the white lace of my bra. My skin is still tanned from the three weeks I spent in the south of France over the summer.A chunky silver necklace and a smear of red lipstick finish things off. My hair still looks fresh from the blow-dry earlier. I pull it around so.