Dave had convinced himself before Guy putted that the putt would go in but, as the ball neared the hole, it rolled a little right and lipped out. Guy ...as on his knees begging and praying for the ball to drop - but it didn't and stopped just inches behind the hole. A disappointed Guy walked up and tapped in for birdie.Dave was relieved but he still needed to make his putt to avoid a playoff. Guy had most of the momentum the last few holes and Dave didn't want to have to play any extra holes. He. She was wearing a leather sling to cover her chest, along with the customary loincloth, tied around her waist like some kind of giant string bikini. She was peppered with scars, pink trails where the hair follicles had been damaged and could no longer grow. Her back was practically a tapestry of struggle and battle. Schaffer lacked the shared vocabulary to ask her where she had gotten them.Her tail waved back and forth, trailing off the edge of the coffee table as Schaffer rubbed her down. She. “Get up there. Stand facing the window.”Her face was a mask of shock, and she started shaking her head, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the chair. She balked for a moment, whimpering, “Please, Jonathan, don’t...” Then with a stifled sob she climbed up onto the chair and then onto the counter. She stood there, breathing heavily, for a long moment then slowly raised her arms to place her hands behind her head again.I let her stand there, peering out into the darkness, for a. He seemed almost protective of her. ‘There you are, Eliza. Good morning, John. How are you, today?’ ‘Well, thank you. We’re almost finished here, I think. Miss Eliza?’ His tone was pleasant, almost friendly. What had happened to John? ‘Mr. Ewart, what would you like for dinner? Pork roast? Something else for tomorrow? I’ve got the sausage and sauerkraut.’ ‘Just get something you want, Eliza. It doesn’t matter all that much, right now.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ She turned back to the case and asked for a leg.