I'd stopped at the Market, so we'd brought a mass of flowers for my mum."Have you decided?" I think so. Have you?"Rachel was working on a big question... too: exactly what to do if, as we hoped, we remained in Sydney. Her options were all academic: do a fourth year at Sydney; do a programme elsewhere that wasn't a doctorate (curating, preservation or something like that), or apply to a doctoral programme somewhere – most likely UNSW or Sydney."Yes," she responded. "If we remain in Sydney, I'm. “Here is your coffee, and here is newspaper,” said the large, hairy man as he placed two cups in front of us and handed Stephen the paper. “Mr Luca won the boxing.”“Excellent, thank you,” Stephen beamed. When the man had left, he leaned in closer to me, as if it were a secret and said, “I knew he could do it, he’s a talented boxer. Next time I know who to put my money on.”“I didn’t know you gambled.”Stephen half-heartedly waved me off. “Bah, I don’t, not really anyway, but I have my own bookie. She’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met – who hasn’t been in this room today.”He’d caught the raised eyebrows from the dining room’s other occupants.“We’re friends in spite of my money, not because of it,” Phil continued after the eyebrows had resumed their original positions. “I offered to pay his way to Spring Break if he would come home with me two weeks ago – so I wouldn’t have to give Hailey a ride. He wouldn’t hear of it.”“Have you called to thank him?” Tiffany asked.“For what?” Phil asked. This left her in her impromptu gag and butt plug.John walked over and tore the tape off her mouth. She stood still as he grasped the end of her pants and drew them out of her mouth. She took a deep breath. relieved."You will shower and rest. The interrogation will continue later."John gathered up her clothes. They turned to leave."Wait! please what about this thing in my bottom?"Dave turned smiling. "Well I think the Major will be very angry if we or you, remove it, I don't think we want to.