He knew now what was coming.He would be thoroughly interrogated by the Patriarch himself. The die was cast, it seemed. There was nothing more he could...do. He hoped he would be able to escape with his life, but if it came to that, he had made arrangements. Everything would be put in motion if the hours passed without him emerging. It was all planned and primed, ready for what was in the end only inevitable and long ago decided.The uprising would begin. He would try and beguile the Patriarch, a. Nabiki walked over to the picnic table off to the side of the fire pit and without a word from anyone placed her chest flat on the table looking forward and placed both of her hands behind her back, "Very good Nabiki I knew you would understand" Soan said as he walked over to her with a long rope and began tying her wrists together so she wouldn’t be able to move them around when the pain of the spit hit her as it went though her, "Its my duty father" She said waiting for the spit."Pop, Mr. We stared again at each other, I felt desire for her lips and her softness, I wanted that electric feeling again.Our mouths met once more and we opened wider, we both hesitated for a moment, but then started kissing more frantically. Now our lips stayed locked together and the tips of our tongues met and danced together for a few moments. I felt hers move into my mouth and then withdraw. Our lips still together, we pressed harder to each other and I slid my tongue forward and explored her. A bottle breaking? Not unusual -the kids love dark places like that.Then a high pitched, woman's moan. Still could be kids; illicit drinkingand fumbled sex, everyone's been there - right?Clothing tears.Hatchback, bottle, tearing, moan.A practical girl, Donna carries a slim, but powerful torch in her handbagwhich is itself secured to her with a deceptively tough strap. Tip-toeingsilently now, almost holding her breath, she eases through thatpedestrian gate into the park, takes her bearings on.