Finally, the conversation petered out. Still, I could tell that Mike had more to say. It took a while, but he finally spit it out."Pat," he told me in...a strangely pensive tone, "you have this knack for helping out friends in need. You've done it lots of times. But in this case ... would you mind if I took the lead?" Not a problem," I assured him, concealing my intense curiosity.May 21, 2003"Well," Inez said to me as we drove together to the ballpark, "there's no reason for me to be nervous,. Arriving at a respectable hour that afternoon I booked into the B&B I had prearranged. I decided to have a short lie-down prior to meandering through the small town.An hour later, on my reconnaissance, I found the little town to be rather pretty as I imbibed its atmosphere.That evening I had dinner at a small restaurant where the food was excellent. Afterward, I stopped by the town’s most popular pub and ordered a beer. As I sat sipping on my beer I was joined by Craig Harding. He was a. We therefore laid our plans.The camp was laid out on the site of an ancient Maori 'pa, ' or fortified village called 'Maunga Tapu, ' or Sacred Mountain. It was on a promontory of a bay surrounded on three sides by water.Although it was called a 'mountain, ' it was hardly higher than a dozen metres. The old Maoris had levelled the ground and tipped the spoil down the sides to form a steep bank. 200 years ago the bank would have been topped with a pallisade and ditch and would have been virtually. Lisa opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of wine. Lisa was on her third glass of wine when the doorbell rang 25 minutes later.In strode Nora Wychak clad in a common leather pantsuit type Domme outfit andcarrying a large black bag. At 42 years old and currently a blonde she wasnearly the same height and weight as Lisa but somehow lacked her voluptuousfeatures. Her stern demeanor was in contrast to Lisa's casual demeanor. "Sothis is the wayward wench that needs discipline,".