Larissa was glad she got away. Her morning had been filled with people bringing reports and people asking for orders. She knew as a Lady she had to be...ome accustomed to it. But not now. Now she finally had time, time to think. Her time in the woods had been more than a week ago and since that time, she had not had a single moment to think about what happened between her and Marvin. Oh well, she thought about it; she thought about him. He was always there. He had his own little spot in the back. He heard her moan in pain, but she did not protest the brutal use of her body. She was already in too much trouble."Not this time, Sally, this time I want you on your stomach. Turn over and lay flat on the table. Scoot up a little first," watching as she complied, seeing her press her breasts into the cold table, her body shivering as the coldness spread through her nipples."Lift up a little so I can slide this board under your breasts. Jesus was crucified to the cross with nails, you will. ..", he said.“Not a bad way to retire huh? Strip for me.” He replied to the groaning man beneath him before looking to the curvy woman.The dark-haired hostess quickly gets rid of the glitzy top, while pulling down the matching tights, while Carl seems sort of split. Both sad, and happy, as he knows the end is near. Loud steps began to be heard from the corridors outside the studio. A few desperate staff tries to get out, but, they end up getting shot to pieces, causing sheer panic.“I’ll get. They were probably drunk for their May Day or Constitution Day Celebration. With a smile for the thought, he turned to wondering how the evening would play out.As he shaved, he played out the possibility that they'd offer a part ownership in their boat, and a chance to sail and race the boat in the various regattas over the sailing months. It had a certain attraction to Jack, coxswain and boatswain that he was, to sail a wooden boat that flexed and moved with the wind. Especially if I don't.