’ ‘No, you’re right. We’ll figure out something new.’ With Drop stowed in relative safety, Phyre headed from her new bedroom and towards the...kitchen. When she entered, she found it empty of life. There’d been no noises in the house as she had awoken. No doubt Niptri had gone to the mine. Hatra must have gone out as well. Phyre surveyed the room, wondering if it would be alright to help herself to breakfast without them present. The bread bin on the counter was open and she could see half a loaf. It certainly was a glorious, sunny day. During that time, Doug did his workout and when I returned, we both cleaned up and dressed. We went for a walk and I thought it would be a nice idea to get the ladies a gift. We looked at all kinds of stuff and decided to get them each a silk scarf from Hermes' of Paris. I didn't want to buy jewelry or clothes, so this is something to say they were special.When they finished at the show, they came back to the room to shower. After they finished that, they. "Heather felt a pit form in her stomach. Frank was gambling again and they were flat broke. To keep from staining her coffee table, the nail polish was sitting on a growing pile of second notice bills. She'd always known his fondness for playing the ponies would hurt them in some way. "What are you going to do?" Kick Frank's white ass if I don't get my money. Damn!" The black man said the later because he was taking in Heather's outfit or to be exact the body under the outfit. "That lazy man of. He wondered what she would look like with her wrists bound. He held out his hands. ‘May I?’ She nodded gently. Her wrists were so delicate that he was able to encase both of them in one of his palms. Tracing his fingers over her porcelain skin, he measured the width of her joints, appraising her as an artist would a masterpiece. It would not do, he thought, to have her caught by thick, ugly bands of leather which would dwarf her tiny frame. Instead, he resolved, he would craft a set of cuffs.