One stiflingly hot summer’s day Rosalie took her horse out for a late Sunday morning stroll. Pa’s sermon had been a long and draining one this mor...ing! He was a wise man, but on a day like today, nothing was worse than spending an hour inside that stuffy little chapel, listening to him drone on! Now she had the freedom to head out to the meadows at the end of the lane and relax in the peace and quiet. Only the farmer went down there to cut the grass into hay later on in the year, but today it. "Allan?" he enquired after a long moment.I nodded."Allan, this is Keith Cuthbertson," said David. "He's another good friend. Your company has supplied him with stuff. He's a Private Investigator."I stood and shook his hand."You don't know me do you?" he said."No, Keith, I don't remember you, but my memory is coming back so I may soon." It's a bloody shame! God, they really went to town on you." Now to business," said David. He knew I didn't need more sympathy.I cocked an eyebrow.. A guy who picked me up on Citadel Hill a few months previously had told me about the guys at the door: "dress sexy and even if you're young they'll let you in...although, not always for 'free'," he said with a wink.I came into Halifax dressed normally, but had skimpy running shorts (no liner) and a tight mucle-T in my bag. I changed in a hotel bathroom about two blocks away and, under the cover of relative darkness, I made my way to The Turret.So far I had only been brave enough to pick-up. But he had an agenda and had set his plans for this encounter. Without any word of warning to her, he pushed her back and walked over to the table, leaving her still kneeling on the floor where she was. She waited there, watching as he picked up a few things from the table and came back to the bed."Stand up, slut. Hurry up, we don't have all day!" She stood quickly, eager to please him and make up for being late. He moved around behind her and put a blindfold on her, covering her eyes and.