“Please sir, don’t tell anyone.” I said again pitifully. “I will give you all my money, I have 5 pounds 6 pence.” The man didn’t seem to...change his face at all even at the sound of money. He let go of me and set the lantern down on a nearby crate. “Ya know lassie” the man grinned “You don’t see too many pretty dames out here at sea, and it has been quite a while since I held company with any the likes of you.” He moved a step closer. “You keep all your pounds” said he “there is something else. But the pain was sweet and made me so happy.I realized I was born to be a slave. I started liking the way they treated me. I was missing my masters. My dick wanted to be a slave, and my asshole itched to be fingered. A few days later, I received a message from Shivani. It read: ‘Come and serve your bosses at 9 PM at their apartment.’ They instructed me to wear pink underwear. Though I liked being a slave, pink underwear is an embarrassment.I went to the shop to buy one. The shopkeeper looked at. “What caused the fight?”Tova explains, in detail because for some reason she feels compelled to do so, about that night her father pretty much forced himself upon her. She explains how she resisted at first but then really did want him. She goes over the whole time as if it had happened just the night before like her time with Kenton.“But she didn’t catch you two,” Stazie surmises. “Did she know what happened but didn’t say something until the next day?”Shaking her head, Tova explains, “She. . I like that he’th proud of me. I only want to make him happy.”Cut to – outside “TRIPLE FANTASY”, a trendy looking winebar in the middle of Liverpool. Nick unlocks the doors and we follow him in with a handheld camera, passing three big framed paintings on the wall, one of Beatles legend John Lennon, one of Liverpool legend Steve Gerrard, and one of legend in his own mind Nick ... Nick tells us that, “Maddie painted these ... She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” We don’t argue, the pictures are all.