Secured to the rock was a naked Andromeda, the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia. The goddess chained as an offering to Cetus the sea monster. This w...s pure Greek Mythology. However, the rusty chain behind my back, running from my shackled wrists, over my bottom and down to the huge stone was very real. I looked at him, his eyes roaming over my naked flesh. I was his model to be turned into bronze. He lit another foul smelling cheroot and came over to me, he was ancient like his studio,. " Knowing he probably hadn't, Robertson asked, anyway. "Did you even try to get your license reinstated after you got out on probation?" Yeah. I called them. But they wanted proof that I have this special, very expensive insurance, then I would have to go to a driving class, or some bullshit, because I had three DUI's. Plus I have to have a clear drug test before they'll let me go to the school. Fuck their asses." If I let you drive, sure as shit, the fucking cops will have a driver's license. I like it. What I like best is that you bought it without me asking for it.’ ‘For a six to eight week convalescence I will need to get a few more. Now that I know what size to get it won’t be difficult.’ ‘Please, no more nightgowns. If it’s Ok with you, I’d rather wear your t-shirts and be more comfortable.’ ‘Sure?’ ‘Yes! Now let’s sleep.’ She turned away from me and we both went to sleep. The next time I woke up the phone was ringing. I sat up and Jennifer picked up the phone and handed it to. This story should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen so if this is you please do not proceed.After six years of planning and writing, the Fury saga is now complete.If you wondered why there's been no new Darkside stories for 16 monthsit's because it's taken me that long to write this; so enjoy.More thanks than I can say go to Vickie Tern who, it's safe to sayis the main reason why I continued on. Vickie was up until 3amproofing this for me, so any errors are mine for working her.