"The three men were all much larger than me. The two slaves, Bill and Peter, both looked like they were weight lifters and had shaven heads. What were...they doing submitting to people? I didn't risk asking them and just did as I was told, climbing up on the bed face down, wondering what was about to happen... dreading it.Peter and Bill pulled a chest out from under the bed. From inside I saw them pull out a considerable amount of rope before climbing up on the bed with me. They made me get up on. Stuff from as far back as their early teen years. I used the information to wrangle a quick no fault divorce out of her, no alimony, and no compensation at all. Oh, she keeps calling, begging my forgiveness, wanting a second chance; but after all of the times I have been cheated, I just don't have it in my heart anymore. Not for her, and I'm not sure for anyone."We sat in silence for a while. It was getting late so we went inside for bed. I had laid out blanket for her bunk earlier, so she. I wanted to fondle my lover – squeeze the yielding flesh of her breasts, stroke the smooth contours of her ass. I raised my arm from the edge of the bar, but – as I slowly swung it toward her chest – I inadvertently knocked over my drink.Abruptly the spell was broken. My eyes sprung open as the icy Jack and Coke soaked into my pants leg. I released my lover’s tongue and broke the kiss, but she did not move away. Her face – too close for me to focus on – was framed with voluminous curls of blond. ." Yes, that's in place already," slipped in Mr Haga smoothly. "We test it twice weekly." Good," I replied before Mr Foster suggested that I might find a piece of paper he was handing to me interesting. I took the offered sheet and glanced at it. It was a copied and faxed report from that morning's Telegraph newspaper detailing the 'daring' escape from a hospital by a 'dangerous' criminal mastermind. The report went on to say how one of the nurses at the hospital was incriminated in the escape.