’ That night, as could be expected, Yvonne rebuffed his advances. Arthur bit down in frustration, touching her pillow to roll himself over and felt ... wave of depression nearly overwhelm him. The wave of depression left the moment he broke contact with Yvonne’s pillow but it unnerved him. ‘Oh, when they coming get the old table and chairs?’ Arthur asked when he could think again. ‘Steven’s wanting make that soapbox car and it’s right in front of the table saw.’ ‘I don’t know,’ Yvonne spat out. Do you understand?? Missy simply stood there,unable to take it in. Suddenly Jenny?s face contorted in fury and she slappedMissy hard across the face. ?When I talk to you I expecta reply, slut? Missy staggered sidewayswith the force of the blow, but stayed on her feet, she tried to speak into thegag and nodded as Jenny opened her shoulder bag and emptied the contents ontothe bed, Missy?s eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the various items,some of them, like the flogger and the strap-on. Over time we had got to the stage where we had to meet, we had many similar interests, but one he had mentioned had always intrigued me, Australia’s largest river the Murray, that winds its way through three states, through the beautiful Australian bush, the great outdoors. It was in an email he sent me that he asked if I would come to Australia to meet him, and spend two weeks camping out on the banks of the Murray River, virtually in the middle of nowhere. I thought long and hard about his. She knew in her heart that if she begged him for it, she'd never again have the nerve to escape. The power was out in the house as well, the clock on the microwave no longer glowed green against the darkness. Without water or power, how long would he stay here? Not long, he didn't seem the type to rough it. So he would leave, and because he wanted her, he would take her with him. New surroundings would bring new opportunities, and almost any change would be to her benefit.She could last another.