“I am scared now”, I said.“Good. Come to my place at 3 pm on Monday. Bring the documents you were supposed to give me.”I just realized I had f...rgotten to give her the docs I was supposed to give her while going for a walk. Good for me, I thought. Another excuse to meet her.A few days later, as she had instructed me, I packed my bags, hailed a cab and set off towards her apartment. I was worried her family might be at home. I reached the place and waited downstairs.She came down in a pink. .. there was little else to grab in such a rush.“Aye, that they are, the rotten bastards,” the Hound acknowledged as he tore off a bit of badly overcooked chicken himself.Thankfully, there was some mulled wine to make it more tolerable, though they were rapidly running low on that supply as well. Seven Hells, few things were more civilized than mulled wine, and what a blessed warmth it gave one on an accursed, frostbitten Winter’s morn! As for Ragnar Slait, he had to take a very quick piss, and. “Well, not anyone scarred or disabled. They’d be sent off to fight in the war or whatever. But some of the people on the other side of the wall are pretty horrible. Fat and horrible, really. But you get used to it. One fuck’s much the same as another when you don’t think about it too much. How about you?” “You fuck what you can,” Tracey answered philosophically. She looked sadly at her new lover. “What about last night? When you were … doing it with Joy? Was that horrible?” Buttercup looked. ” she pleaded with him. “Please let me go. I won’t tell. I promise I won’t.”“Heather, Heather. We haven’t finished with our fantasies yet. There’s still one more to go. The most important one. I planned it very carefully, Heather, so that it would be just right. It’s my present to you. My eternal gift.”“I … I don’t understand. I just … I just want to go home.”“Oh, no, Heather. We can’t have that. I’ve gone to so much trouble to make everything just so. I even bought you that teddy. Don’t you.