Elizabeth stayed inside acting as though she was still taking inventory while Steve and Kyle finished their break at the picnic tables. She didn’t w...ite a thing in her notepad, though. She was too busy daydreaming about two hard cocks and the studs attached to them. Kyle’s voice startled her out of a vivid fantasy of tonguing his balls while Steve was fucking her hard and fast. “So what do you want us to do now?” “Oh – here.” She handed over the notepad. “Just fetch this from upstairs. The ice. A few minutes later the can opener was again discarded in anger. Not one of the cans was edible, there wasn’t a morsel of food in this entire outpost that he could eat. His stomach gurgled in protest as he rested his hooded head in his hands, the reality of his desperate situation hitting him for the first time. He might really die here. Without food, the clock was ticking. His only hope now was to gain access to the central computer before he starved, and send a distress call.He marched off to. He stood motionless, watchingher with a little smile on his lips as she admired herself. She raised her head and suddenly realisedhe was there. Giving a small scream she rolled over into a tight ball, giggling.At first Thomas moved forward, smiling, as if to join in the game but hestopped short and his expression changed. "Sophie, this isn't the time or placefor that." He said sternly and she straightened out, lying passively on herback murmuring. "I'm sorry, Master." Thomas had bathed in. As I said, we hadn't really kept in touch.It was only after the tale of the old cat and dog had been thoroughly chewed over, that Doug mentioned to the girls that I'd spotted Elaine's "fancy man" in the restaurant. I hadn't mentioned the bloke's name to anyone up until that point.No, of course I hadn't identified the guy to anybody; his name had been leaked to me in confidence, quite early in the investigation. Back then my mind was working on personal retribution: telling the world and his.