"You warned me this would happen, David, and it has. I need help."David grinned. "A baker, right?" Yeah."He frowned. "Aren't bakers specialized? How m...ch help would a baker be for you?"June gave him a look that told him he wasn't very bright and said, "Any baker you hire will peel potatoes or whatever I want her to do, or she won't get a thumbs up from me." Makes sense," David said, grinning. "I'll put the word out on the baker/potato-peeler today. Recruiting one might take a while." I. ..... he or one of his associates planted a bombunder their car, so when they were heading back from shopping, it wentoff-caused a big ruckus.I had to bury them and no one knew the realreason, ruled out as random act of terror" He then weeped softly beforecontinuing: I had chatted with my wife, Melissa, right before ithappened-I remember her saying to make sure that dinner would be readyto go...."Vanessa/M was shocked to find out this information but it made sense incontext."That explains the. Last night the pain had been administered with a straight bamboo switch, tonight he would savour the delights of the weighted cane and scream as never before.Mistress stood and weighed the cane in her hands. She had used it many times before and loved its weight and potential. She regarded the prick and placed its location in her mind before closing her eyes and delivering the first blow across his groin, missing that stiff flesh by a hair?s breadth.Such refined skill in the use of the. “No more! Let her go!”“Too bad,” he said, with a fine show of mock reluctance as he brought his foot sharply round into my stomach. I folded up and vomited my last three pints on the dirty floor. “Do what you want to her and let them go. Ten minutes, no more.”He opened the door and left, and I heard him explaining to someone that the ladies were out of order. The taller of the two young men locked the door behind Oz and turned to Alison, still on her knees sobbing. He brought out a semi erect.