She held up muddy hands. “I slipped,” she said, shrugging. “Silly, aren’t I?”Auburn hair stuck to her face and Iwan couldn’t tell if the w...ter in her eyes was rain or tears. Without asking permission, he hoisted her into his arms. She was light as a feather, no weight at all for him. But she was shivering badly, the T-shirt clinging to her skin, hard nipples visible through the soaked fabric. He tore his gaze away and kept his eyes on the path as he carried her to her tent.Iwan lowered her. " Go to hell." Keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll put this back in," I threatened, picking up the cloth gag and searching around for the roll of duct tape.She fell mute and my relief was profound."I can make you some toast if you want," I offered, "or there's cornflakes." Toast," she hissed."Please," I reminded her."Please," she responded acerbically."Do you drink tea?" I asked. She nodded imperceptibly in response.As I stood up to leave, she shook her arms and legs. "Untie me," she. One thing was certain, if she ever got in Dutch with the law, she could bring down both major political parties in a stew pot of licentious slander. It was one of the reasons she insisted on being paid by credit card. She had a precise paper trail for every one of her illicit connoisseurs. As each month went by, her list grew as well as the size of her impressive bank account. Her philosophy was, Fuck long and Prosper.”******* When Rosy entered the powerful Senator’s private office, she knew. Our normal routine continued, with Mandy nonchalantly waving me off by the front door, until I reached our gate each day. A few days passed with our usual morning panics, Mandy scurrying around half dressed as I turned the place over looking for keys. Calling out that I was leaving, Mandy appeared in the hallway in just her lacy bra and pants. As my hand was on the latch she covered it to prevent me opening it and planted a very sensual kiss on my lips. Had I had the time we would have.