“Wait until my uncle hears of this, you bloody bastard!” The girl screamed at the diminishing back of the robber. “He’ll see your neck as long...my arm for this you whoreson bastard, you boy-loving dognapper! I’ll laugh when you swing you pig-futtering jack-thief!” I hope she never kissed her mother with that mouth! Groat thought to himself as he slipped away from the scene. Even as he made his way through the darkness to catch up with his mistress, he could hear the girl’s imprecations. “My pets tend to ... change ... if they spend very much time around me,” the drone continued, its lips trying to smile, but achieving only a twisted grimace. “Walk this way,” the drone commanded before it turned and shambled away.“Do you know how many jokes have been made with that line, Gen-er-al?” Caleb asked derisively, as he stepped through the shattered door.The hall was filled with irregular shadows, interspersed with jagged patches of dim light. Holes in the walls ranged from the size of. Other times they would make love in the casket. For a favorite game, Jennifer would lie somewhere in the house, pretending to be dead. Bill would find her, carry her limp body to the kitchen an lay her on the table. There he would remove her cloths, and make love to her "dead" body. Then he would gently wash her and dress her for "burial". Then he would carry her to the casket and lay her within, carefully arranging her as for burial. All of this brought Jennifer more pleasure then she ever. I slipped on my high heels as the taxi turned up and headed off to the lunch. I was met outside the restaurant by my client and his business partner. Both were tall men in their late 40’s. My client came over and introduced himself as Jon. He was a good looking guy with dark brown hair with a splash of silver creeping in around the sides. Dark brown eyes that seemed to look deep into my soul when we made eye contact. “This is my partner, Oliver, I hope you don’t mind him joining us” Jon asked..