On that note, I had to ask myself I wanted it to be reversed. After all, I didn't have much of a life to go back to. On the other hand, it wouldn't be...right if I were to leave this woman trapped in the hell I created. I cleared my throat again, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, and said. "My name is Scott. Who are you?" "Scott?" He asked. "You mean you are a guy?" He laughed short feminine laugh at my expense when I nodded. Then he got quiet and said in a barely audible voice. "My. Marge told me what had happened the day before.The cook had tried to stop Ingrid as she dragged Leah through the kitchen to the freight elevator. Ingrid had overpowered the cook and locked her in the pantry. She had taken Leah down the lift to the basement garage and taken her off in a car.Jameson, hearing the cook’s screaming, found me unconscious in the hallway. He had called downstairs for help. I had been taken to the house infirmary. Marge said doctors were “a dime a dozen” at the club. I. ’ Tom had no problem with anonymous commentary, but this one hurt a little. He never viewed himself as being ‘better’ that anyone on Literotica, especially not his readers. ‘Darn shame to think that if it was not for us readers you would not be writing on here! If I could write I would at least say:’Thanks’ to those who left a comment, but I am not and you all are! Too bad.’ Tom finished reading the email and sat back in his chair. He found this commentary to be very thought provoking and even. "Uh huh, just went down the wrong way Michael," she replied, still coughing while dabbing at her lips and chin. Satisfied things had returned to normal, he offered her a taste of his pheasant, but Leigh declined, using the excuse that she couldn't eat something that had been alive earlier. Michael laughed at this, and countered with, "But you're eating seafood which came from the sea and was, or had been a living thing." It's not the same thing," she replied."And you love hamburger." Michael!".