Gerry said your answers were so good that he sent you away so that you wouldn't have a chance to spoil your perfect record."Jim let out a nervous laug...."You're kidding." I'm not kidding and Jerry liked your answer to the last question the best. I, personally, would have to agree with him." Sir, I don't know what to say." There isn't much to say, Jim. Just be patient and you should get some mail from them pretty soon. I'm not saying that you have to accept, but you've got to give this one a lot. Mommie ... I need you."Where are you?"Mommie, It hurts."It hurts so much."It's so RED!"Mommie ... Mommie. Where are you?Finally the cries faded as we heard, "Please, Mommie, I don't want to die."Then as before, silence.Even though my friends and I had heard this all before, hearing it again sent the same chills through us. I sensed Kim was just as unsettled. He looked around at us, mirroring our concern, then said, "Who is that poor person."It sounds like she's in a dreadful situation." We. While I was amused to prove them wrong, they were not. A high intellect was not, apparently supposed to go along with a strong libido and wanton behavior. Chloe and I had told Lin Mai, Miranda and Sarah about what went on between Master & Mistress the day of my spa treatment. Lin Mai and Sarah didn’t seem to care, but Miranda was definitely interested. We agreed Alex was not to be trusted with this information, our line of thinking leaning towards the 95% of whatever making her more than a. If it’s Derby or Bedford, my mac’s open so when I go up to the counter She’ll see the whole mess of stains across the front of my wank trousers. She’ll see I’ve got holes in my mac pockets cause I put my hands through to get to my money pouch. She’ll see me open my case to cram my new mags in and see just how many mags I’ve got in there, most crammed with toilet paper. I might even pull out one or two mags to show Her ads for mags or videos and ask if I can order them. That way She gets to see.