”It was upside down but otherwise untouched since it was locked. He suspected the contents would need a day’s re-filing.“No. They just wanted to...trash the place,” John said.“That’s what we thought.” said the officer. “We got the man who did it. He was walking down the street trying to look innocent, but as it’s a cul-de-sac and he had oil down the front of his jeans it was a dead give-away.” The man laughed dryly.“D’you know who he is?”“He’s not talking, but he will,” said the officer. “Anyone. " I said show me, not point." I don't understand." You don't understand, show me your cunny. What word don't you understand, Catherine? Are you being impudent with me?" You want me to show it to you out here? Someone might come along." You are trying my patience, young lady."Catherine looked both ways, then, with resignation, hiked her skirts and petticoats. She then pulled out her panties so that he could see down them. John looked, but angrily said, "All I see is a hairy crack. I said show me. Baines immediately said he’d put it in the van and deliver it right away.My first experienceMr. Baines correctly deduced my private masochistic perversions. From early childhood I’d had dreams of being a slave and when at the age of nine or ten I learned about sex, in my imagination I became a sex slave. These were further fuelled when, at the age of thirteen, I helped clear the attic of my deceased uncle and found a large quantity of adult sex novels largely focussing on male domination. These. "I couldn't help grinning. Now I definitely had something to look forward to.I called Sherri back the next morning, and we arranged for her to stop by around six. I still went into work, to conserve my vacation time, but it was a slow, boring day, with my boss and most of my coworkers off on their own vacations. I ended up at home early, where I popped a bottle of wine and got out the photo album. I really hadn't gotten a good look at the photos of Sharon and Tina together, that night in.