”World’s Greatest Receptionist.” Angie held out her hands. ‘The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but.’ Paula shined it up on her sleeve... ‘Oh, Starr, thank you so, so much, I absolutely love it, but you didn’t have to.’ ‘Oh, but I did,’ Angela corrected. ‘You see, had I not, someone else may have given it to their receptionist, and consequently they’d have been mistaken in having done so, as only I actually do in fact boast the one and only World’s Greatest Receptionist.’ Paula was so. ” She turned to her husband, “You were lucking she could walk properly for the trip back.” She smiled at me. “Anyway, she thought it would be fun to combine the two.”His face took on an expression of shock. “Mounted anally?” “Yes, and we might need your strength with the dogs if something goes wrong.” I blushed and his look of shock remained, if not intensified.Just then, right on schedule actually, the front door chimed. We might have been able to hear it only because Deborah and I were. “In time, that is. You have the right kind of body for it. Limbs long and powerful, but well shaped. Excellent hindquarters. Yes ... you will be much admired.” Belle felt sicker than ever. Already she was being talked about as it she were an a****l. Dear God! She had descended terrible depths ... but this was the worst yet! “You will be fetched this afternoon. Inform Hassan, slave.” “Yes, Madame . . .” Belle was a little surprised by the faltering weakness of her voice.. She had not realised. But perhaps all I need do is relate to you my name. I am Louis, once comte de la Arbois, now once again just Louis. I see that means nothing to you but that yet you begin to countenance the glimmer of understanding. I plunge ahead lest I lose you, and I must repeat my story, again and again. I cannot leave it resonating in my head. Margaretta was her name. And I would have her—and she me—but my father would marry her himself. Four years of misery and Margaretta came to me for sufferance and.