The time read 8:20 am. Who would be texting me this early on a Sunday morning? I thought. It was Troy.[Good morning.Wasn’t sure if you were up, or h...d eaten?Want to grab breakfast?]Wow, three texts in a row. He must really want to get in touch with me.[Do you know what time it is?] – I texted back.[Sorry. ;P.I’ve been thinking about you since last night, and I really wanted to see you again.]I had to smile as I read what he had written. It was pretty sweet of him to lay his feelings on the line. Are you ready?" "Hell yes!" he said, excitedly. Michael sat back and watched his hot wife turn on the small portable music player and begin her dance. The song on the music player was Lick by Joi and as the song began, Anna slowly started to grind in time to the beat. Michael sat there transfixed as he stared at the screen. Anna danced like she had been a stripper for years, She had all the moves down, rubbing her crotch and slipping the strap to her bra down teasingly. Michael watched in awe. She would take flight immediately at the first sight of him and he would have lost a golden opportunity forever. No, this required some strategy and manipulation which could only be achieved through his guise as Madame Tussard. He knew he already had part of her trust and must take advantage of this existing leverage to consolidate his position.He reached for the black book that contained his black-listed clients, determined to find a fate worst then death for the very source of his unfulfilled. ‘I was almost taken in by it. Very clever. Now, untie me and –’ ‘Would you care to do the honors?’ Jacqueline held out a switch that could have been the very selfsame one with which Rob had beaten her so cruelly. Rob, seeing this, went first white and then plum-colored. ‘She wouldn’t dare!’ Constance accepted the switch, liking the feel of it in her hand. She swept it experimentally, hearing the whickering noise as it sliced the air. Rob bleated as if he had already been struck. ‘None of.