"I'll talk to Abi, but it is her decision and you respect that, right?" Right," I muttered and trooped off up the stairs towards the interconnecting d...or and a bubbling pan of rice."Hello stranger," whispered a seductive, silky voice in my ear as its owner gently caressed my neck. I looked up from the park bench to get caught in Sarah's wavy hair that she brushed back to kiss me properly, albeit from an upside-down position."Hello," I greeted her, smiling as we parted tongues. "You know we. With a little spoon she stirred the two teacupsand then pulled out the teabags. With one in each hand, she satopposite Ferdinand and handed him one cup. She sipped from her own andsmiled. It was an acquired taste.Ferdinand put his book down and smelled it. It seemed odd but Ferdinandshrugged and took a gulp. He regretted it almost instantly; the tastebeing a horrible mix of tea and a salty flavor he couldn't place. Hewinced."Ehh...yeah , that's very...strong." Dorothea just smiled at. He followed her to a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. A farmhouse that we later found out belonged to Mr. Tariq. That is where she has been for the last many days.” I sat there, with my hand on my head. She wanted a break to think, she had said. And she was spending it with her lover…. or her master. “What has she been doing there?” I asked wearily. Salma picked up the phone and spoke in it, “Rosie, did Johnny drop off the DVDs? Okay, bring them in.” Then she turned to me and said, “I am. While they consider what to choose, there is a change in Harriet, an obvious delight as she moves from one item to another, picking up a lash or dildo and considering. She is a spoilt child with too many gifts. There is a fresh feverishness in her eyes as she contemplates each implement's unique ability to cause discomfort, a reckless glee growing with each item she handles.While the pair choose, members of the audience approach blonde Rachel as she hangs helpless and forlorn in the centre of.