Not that it stopped Victor), there was a perverse joy to be had in crushing his pretensions. Even if I wished he’d leave me alone, it was fun puttin... him back in his place. ‘Your mother?’ I asked him, not bothering to look up. ‘No,’ he said. I smiled to myself, hearing the newfound strain in his voice. ‘I’m looking at her right now?’ ‘You’re looking at your mother?’ I said, trying to keep a straight face as I made a show of surveying the lounge. ‘Does she know that you’re over here bothering. The moment was gone, and if I was honest with myself I felt a little disappointed, my body’s rush of adrenaline telling me the truth. The old me would have been relieved. The new me had few boundaries and craved the new and exciting.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~All of us drove back to the Campbell family home at the end of a long but productive day. Work details had been finalized and prices agreed, and everything was set for the workers to arrive on Tuesday. As we rode. .. I'd so like to meet you again... but, for now, you must run. Run away!"Sharon was conscious that the shackle around her ankle was being taken off and suddenly she was freed. Her ankle felt sore, but it was also free. Then, as she crouched, rubbing her ankle and wondering what to do, she watched as the sergeant unclasped Sweetness' ankle and then both of them were free."You must run! Both of you! The Gomorrans. They're here. Soon they'll be in this tent. And they'll kill you! You must leave!. ' she snapped out of it. 'We have to see if we can makeyou what we want you to be.' 'What you want me to be,' he reproved. 'I'm happy to be a man.Let me show you.' He reached for her again but she ducked away. 'And you will be, under the clothes. You can show me later.'Sandra scooped up one of the boxes, marked Lady Special, andtossed it to the man. 'I'd open that one first,' she said witha smile. 'If you aren't going to go through with this you hadbetter make your mind up about that one.