“My name isn’t important.”She looked me over. “Whether your name is important or not, you’ll catch your death of cold dressed as such out he...e.”I had to agree. If I couldn’t quickly find my way back into the vault, then I would need clothes to keep me dry and warm. Then I noticed her attire. We hadn’t simply jumped back to a time before the vault had been created. From what I knew about clothes in American history, we had been thrown back to a time before the U.S. Revolution, sometime after the. The noises she makes are generic; excruciating paininterchangeable with blinding pleasure. Again the whip is raised, and again itfinds its target. The crimson lines weave together until both are lost beneaththe red mess of it all, and he stops, panting slightly. The silence is awesome.??????????? Earto mouth, eyes on chest, fingers drawing back lids. Unconscious,but alive. He ponders her stubbornness, doubts gnawing. If she cannot say? But he knows the truth of it, they bothdo. Beneath the. Baat krte waqt puch rahi thi kya kya kroge aab maine bhi bol diya sab kuch fir usne bataya ki usne vaigra tablet le aayi he. Fir hum ghar aaye ghar aate hi wo jake sidha bed pr bed pr gayi fir muje bhi close bulaya n bola ke bf he to chalu krde. Maine bhi bf laptop me lagaya n muje vaigra tablet de di n maine bhi leli. Fir usko bola ke dance kr te krte kapade nikal . Wo bhi seducing dance kr rahi thi n ek ek kapade utarne sadi ke baaad jab usne blouse khola to balck bra me me toh madhosh hone. "Let's see where we are here. It should be two blocks down on the right about the middle of the block," He said to himself.It was a nice neighborhood of old, mostly renovated early twentieth century Victorian homes. It was mid-day and on street parking was abundant.As he got out of the car he thought, "Well, here goes," and proceeded up the short walkway to the door where he pushed the buzzer. "Hi, Jackie I'm Tom." "Nice to meet you Tom come on in. Can I fix you a drink? I'm having a Margarita..