She told me that was why she always goes to get pedicures but with the heavy rain she didn’t want to go out and get one. And that doing it herself w...s a little hard. Out of the blue I asked her if she wanted I could help her. She smiled and told me that that would be awesome and if I could just paint her nails for her she would be greatful. I got up and sat on the coffe table and she then put her one foot on my thigh to be painted and the other she slide between my legs pressing onto the edge. There’s no telling what they’ll do to her, we’ve got to help her.’ ‘Don’t be crazy man, wait for orders.’ ‘I can’t. She needs help. I can’t wait for some idiot back in Nottingham to say it’s OK to move.’ Starting to walk towards the house from his position in the woods, he heard his friend say, ‘Don’t throw away your career for a tart.’ but he was a man of honour and his conscience kept him moving forward. * The men one by one started to walk towards the front door, their hands up, leaving. I hate them and I don’t and I hate myself for assuming the worst when they’re really just lovely people.It’s late. Almost eleven. Saturday night. All the pubs will be open. Nightclubs. Bars. He could be anywhere. I could call him but he won’t answer. I iron some clothes. Put them neatly into the assigned wardrobe places as though he won’t throw them out carelessly while hunting for some elusive item that he must wear immediately.Nothing to do. I could call my sister. Then again, I don’t want to. " Yeah, I guess," he whispered. "Anything you say. Just...just don't tell anybody."He trembled as I pulled his wrist up with the cuffs. I guided his other wrist above the iron sprinkler pipe and clicked on the other side of the cuffs. He was now helpless with his hands restrained high over his head, stretching out his slim torso beautifully. I admired the thin chest hair in the cleft between his pecs; I couldn't grow chest hair to save my life, but I know that was one of the things Todd loved.