I followed, watching silently, as he made his way room to room, going through his evening ritual of washing up, changing outfits and grabbing a coffee..."Get over here, slut, I need a massage -- my dogs are killing me." Obediently I went to him, knelt and removed his socks. My nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell which only brought on an evil grin from him."What's the matter, slut? Don't like the smell of the man who owns your ass?" I didn't dare look up at him. I wasn't about to correct him,. Thewide belt and thin crosspiece between the legs,while seeming somewhat bizarre to Paul’swestern sensibilities, looked extremelyprovocative on the startlingly lithe bodies ofthese two girls.They stared at each other with intentconcentration. This was obviously no Sumomatch, however, as suddenly the red clad girllunged forward and seized the other girl aroundthe waist, twisting her off balance and to themat. The blue clad girl raised her pale, sleeklegs and with amazing deftness hooked. ‘Not yet,’ she said as she looked at him, hoping that he didn’t hate her for what she had said. ‘I don’t hate you,’ whispered Fred as if he she had expressed her fears aloud. He pulled her close and dropped a kiss on her forehead. ‘I love you like I always do and may be more now, because I understand how possessive you are of me.’ ‘I am sorry … I …’ and before she could complete, Fred silenced her with a finger on her lips. ‘Shh … Don’t say that. I know how you felt. I shouldn’t have allowed. He knew Boadie was wearing heavy boots, and should have been sufficiently noisy within the stark interior of the building."Hey, Boadie. Where the fuck did you guys go?"Only his echo responded, so Scott headed down the passageway he assumed they had proceeded. As he walked, the corridor seemed to vibrate with colour and sound. He kept on. The corridor slithered ahead of him, yet he continued unconcerned. A breathy whisper filled the hallway along with a sweet scent. "Diamonds." Scott tiptoed,.