Either way he could not stop thinkingabout Kathleen and what she had in store for him. She was fast becomingan obsession and his anxiety was constantl... rising. In short, he wasbecoming vulnerable to her manipulations. Like many prisoners, his ownthoughts were breaking his will more than any torture could have.At last Andrew heard the lock in the bedroom door click. The dooropened and Kathleen entered pushing a serving cart with her left hand.In her right, she gripped a springy black whip, about. He was surprised when she flung herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest and clenching him tightly, bawling. "I'm sorry Dave," she cried, "I don't usually do things like this. Please don't think I'm a bad person." What?" asked Dave shocked. He laughed lightly. "Think you're bad because you looked at porn? Oh come on, do you have any idea how many porn sites I've been too." Almost instantly he wished he hadn't said that, and felt himself blush a little too."Look," he continued, "I. With Columbus Day on Monday, I'd be in curlers all three days. But, I got a reprieve. Helen has to go to her sister's this weekend. She's leaving Thursday after work and won't be back until Tuesday afternoon. She told me to call Jack and cancel for the weekend and she would reschedule with him." I thought quickly and then asked Ken if he'd made that call yet to Jack. He said no he forgot to. I pondered things over in my mind and continued to ask Ken questions about Jack. Finally I told. Shahia had produced a stroller from somewhere, but Maria had refused to go into it, kicking her little legs like crazy. She was curled up on Shahia's shoulder, trying to push her way into Shahia's neck, refusing to even look Chris's way. Shahia smiled, "She's quite shy initially, but eventually she'll get used to you."Chris ended up pushing the stroller with both their bags in it. He felt totally stupid. What would his mates say if any of them saw him? But he didn't dare say anything. As they.