’ I groaned again and wanted to die. Why wouldn’t the pain go away? ‘Drink this,’ she said as I felt a cool metal cup at my lips. I opened my...mouth and sipped lightly. It was foul. I gagged and almost threw up on Maggie. ‘Have no stomach for it, eh, lassie? Well, that just be to bad. Drink,’ this time, my lips were forced open and drink was forced down my throat. I gagged and choked, but I must have gotten enough down to satisfy her, because she stopped forcing me and cleaned my face up with. Matty stood there. My face must have told her that I wanted to be alone but she pushed past me and went into the lounge. "Jane," she started, "You're going to tell me the full story even if I have to sit here all night. I thought I was your friend and a friend who is here to help you get through the trauma of your trip." She spotted the legs of my slave dress showing below my robe and recognised it from the picture I'd sent. "Take your dressing gown off slave," she ordered. She can be forceful. There was a closeness that came from it that was very profound.After dressing, we walked downstairs to breakfast in the restaurant. We were drinking coffee and waiting for our food when Rory and Raylene came in.“Good morning!” I said.“Good morning, Paul. Good morning, Opal Anne,” Raylene said, smiling.“You two look well rested,” Opal Anne said with a sly smile.“We had a good night ... together,” Rory said.“Hey, I wasn’t going to say anything,” I said, holding both hands up.“After our talk,”. It seemed to be coming down even harder than ever and for the first time, Leslie started to become uneasy. The wind was picking up even more and the rain appeared to be almost coming down sideways at an extreme angle. At times, the wind could be heard whistling between the buildings and through the street. The rain continued for the next half hour or so at more or less the same intensity. Trying to busy herself at the front desk, Leslie looked up periodically when the wind and rain beat upon.