Still, the old hag would be providing someone in my crew with some room temperature dalliance material, at least for a day or two until she begins to ...tink. Ned would certainly have some sport with her. This was getting more than irritating, however; I was starting to run out of Mate's. Roger wasn't quite dead yet, but his gut wound would need more than shots of rum to cure and we had no sawbones. I bent over and eased his passage with me belt knife, but he didn't thank me none for my. I raked and bagged it all: an hour's outdoor exercize, which I certainly needed. Weena wanted to go to the supermarket, so we took off, leaving Rob with finishing his report. Or at least the first draft of his report."Have you spoken with Michiko?" I asked."Friday. She's going a bit stir-crazy, but Rachel is happy and gurgling and kicking." I'll have to call Chaz before the CSIRO rumor mill gets to him." When we get back, if you can get daddy off the phone." That bad?" I've not eaves-dropped,. As I heard a person get out and some more van doors open, I felt a hand grab my wrist from behind, and I shut my eyes… again, just as I had agreed to.Still, even as the van turned round with me in the back, now blind folded and sat alone with only my ears to know whats going on, I felt that this wasnt going to be what I had agreed to.Still a big part of me felt that something was going to be different or change at the last minute, there are always excuses and reasons why.I felt the van stop and. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few strategically placed candles so as to illuminate the location of furniture. She took the belt from david’s hands, and wrapped it around his neck making a makeshift collar and leash which choked him when she tugged at it. She led him to the living room, and positioned him to bend over at the side of the couch d****d over one of the armrests. She reached around to unbuckle his trousers and unzip his fly and the pants fell to the ground. She.