He reached out and attempted to read the nurses. In his old body, other thoughts would come to him easily, he could see them like others could see oil...stains on a driveway. Now they were coming to him like trying to remember a dream after being abruptly awoken. What's he staring at? One thought. Wow, gone that long there must be brain damage another one thought.He was still able to read minds. He probed his body and felt the issue, he was lacking in the energy that he would be required to do. (I was actually wearing just my dressing gown). After just two days, Peter was up and about. He had a stack of phone calls to return.Later that day, he mentioned that Mrs Jennings wanted to call around to the house to see him about something or other. Was she going to sign the contract? An appointment was made for her on Thursday evening at seven. We were very good at hospitality. Peter met her at the front door and ushered her into the lounge. I poured us out a large brandy and lemonade each.I. Again and again he hit her. Marks started to appear across he white cheeks and thighs and at each stroke her body would twist round trying to deflect the blows. The second guy grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart. WHACK! The leather belt hit her across her cunt lips, biting into the soft flesh. Again and again he aimed for her cunt, sometimes hitting his target, other times marking the soft white flesh of her soft thighs. Again, Sandi was going in and out of consciousness, screaming as. So, she just waited.When Dawn spoke, it wasn't at all what Marigold expected. She asked, "You know this whole blackmail thing Thule pulled on you?"Marigold nodded, "Yes. I seem to recall something about that." Do you think he would do it to anyone else?" Dawn asked.Marigold sighed and nodded, "Yeah. I'm pretty sure he's going to. So, if you see him with..." Do you think he would do it to me?" Dawn asked."What?" asked Marigold. "No. I can't imagine... Why would he do it to you?" Well," said.