"Would master care to make use of this slave?" I begged."What can you do for me?" he asked."Whatever master can imagine, and many things besides," I s...id, looking up at him with my lips parted sensuously. It was a standard response."Very well. Take me to a private room," he said."Oh, thank you, master," I said, covering his feet with kisses. I was truly gratified. Not only had he accepted the humble offer of my naked body, but he would also pay an additional fee for my use, bringing my masters. I play my pre-determined program and I think I have done fairly well. However, he has a few comments and suggestions to make and tells me to repeat my program taking them into account. The beginning is fairly tricky and he wants me to slow the opening down just a little to build up some suspense. I seem to get it right as he gives me a thumbs up with one hand and a pat on the thigh with the other. Wtf. His wife never does that! When I am finished, he gives my thigh a squeeze and says "that was. ’ ‘Thanks George.’ ‘Come with me sir.’ Sergeant Peterson said as he led me to the front desk where the rest of the formalities took place. Prison cells are not designed to raise the spirits of the prisoner. I lay on the bunk and tried to think what had happened and who could have killed Emily. No inspiration came. Some time later the flap in the door clanged open and a tray was slid in, on it was my cordon bleu evening meal. It remained on the tray untouched. I had no appetite for the muck that. .. oh eight fifty three." I set my watch, a 'genuine' Rolex, bought for £25 off a stall in Petticoat Lane, to the same time."I reckon you shouldn't take more than hour to get into position, so I will arrive at the bridge at ten. Give it another fifteen minutes for any unforeseen eventualities, and you should have fired on the Land Rover by ten fifteen." I nodded in agreement. "Should you not be able to fire, for any reason, by that time we will abort the mission. I don't want to be prating.