But my master is a doctor; come in, and I will get him!”Bob brings his wife in. An older man comes down the stairs. “I’m afraid my assistant may...have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist ... However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory.” With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs, with Bob following closely ... Igor places Betty on a table in the lab.. As we were finishing eating one sausage roll was left and I asked if anyone wanted it before I took it. As I reached to pick it up, Julie quickly swooped in and took it and put it in her mouth and stood up and moved away from the picnic so I couldn’t reach her. I stood up and jokingly demand she hand it over which ended up in a mock chase and both of us falling back to the ground near our picnic blanket in a heap of laughter. We cleared away the picnic and headed for the punting. As we walked. ‘Wha—’ ‘How do you do it?’ he asks as they come face to face. His breath close to her face is returned by her ragged on his. ‘Do what? ‘Not be scared.’ ‘I find it hard that you are, Mr. Macho,’ she says smiling for the first time in many days. ‘Oh I’m scared, you can believe that,’ he says in a voice that only confirms the words. ‘We’ve seen some shit, but whatever the fuck that is it’s entirely something I’m seriously fucking scared shitless of.’ ‘Well I would never have guessed that of you,’. “Hello Cutie, are you here to enter the great Rasheul slave tournament?”I nodded in confirmation and showed the receptionist my pass. She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rules. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of.