Conrad was sitting on the sofa, "zip me up sweetie?" I asked in as girly of a voice as I could manage, "certainly" he said looking up at me "oh my" he...gasped as saw me "Thank you Conrad" I purred batting my eyes then turning my back to him. He zipped me up then put his arms around me, holding me from behind he brought his face close to my ear "my dear you're absolutely lovely" he said softly in my ear then kissing and nuzzling my neck. I just knew he was gonna be kissy I thought, but I had to. He is going once, and going twice, He's going and almost gone.But the Master comes, and the foolish crowdnever can quite understandthe worth of a soul and the change that is wroughtby the touch of the Master's hand."The Touch of the Master's Hand" By Myra B. Brooks Welch (1877-1959)The young woman's voice echoed throughout the caverns beneath the cellars of the opera house, dwindling away into silence. She opened her eyes and found, much to her astonishment, that her angel's eyes were streaming. With this, my eager expectations took a bit of a nose dive, but I nevertheless was determined to keep pushing her.The next day I reported to the guys all that Margie had said. I assured the guys that I was going to keep working on her, and then one of the guys suggested that, seeing as she admitted getting excited by talking about it, they should write a message to her, and perhaps that would excite her.I gave them her private email address, and that night after dinner, she opened her emails,. ”“Not this?” Jake asked, grasping the knife sticking out of her stomach.Béla groaned and tightened her stomach muscles against the tearing sensation as Jake pulled the knife out of her. Then she grunted as he shoved it back in where the other dart had struck her.Béla leaned forward, nearly folding herself around the white-hot blade, her legs unable to support her as she came again.Jake laughed and pulled her up against him. Holding her tightly with one arm, Jake jabbed the knife back into her.