This time they would be doubly cautious lest they fall into yet another of the Sheriff's twisted plots to string them up on a gibbet. In all honesty, ...he had to admit it wasn't the hanging that filled her with dread, it was the terrible acts of "drawing" and "quartering" that shook her to her very roots. Then, the final ignominy of having one's head placed on a pike for as long as it took for the flesh to rot away helped by the vagaries of clime and hungry birds. It was not a pretty sight for. Angique leaned against a post of the wide-open entrance, folding her arms before her chest and chuckling. From chin to toes her body had been wrapped in black kid leather, supple and tight enough to show off her body's curves. Her hair was slicked back, her green eyes dramatized by the darkest kohl. Her lips shone with purple lipstick. One of her knees was over-stretched, the other one bent. The sole of her soft, flat ballet slipper rested against the paintwork. Her eyes followed the crawling. She would really appreciate it, can’t you pop in quickly when you drop me at work later?I suppose, hope it won’t take long, I feel tired. It shouldn’t do, so shall I tell her that’s OK and your be round about 9ish.Yeah, I replied not sounding to enthusiastic. I’m going for a shower I said which fell on deaf ears, she was already ringing sandy. I walked of to the bathroom with a face like a leprechaun smiling the second my back was turned. I entered the bathroom and started punching the air In. "You owe me a dance." "I couldn't." she tucked her hands behind her back. "I've already told you that I don't know how." "It's a slow song. All we have to do is sway to the music. I promise I won't let you mess up, or fall down." Beth wasn't sure if she believed him, but he didn't look as if he was going to take no for an answer. A couple of people had turned to look at them. Sighing, she got to her feet and let him lead her to the dance floor. Three other couples were already there. As.