" - 2 -I woke to a pounding headache. Opening my eyes I saw two women in thedoorway of my apartment, locked in a very ...assionate embrace. One wastall, short-haired and athletically built, clad in black leathertrousers and an aviator's jacket: Marla.The petite woman in her arms was me.With that I looked down at my own body. And cried out."You're awake," said the redhead, breaking their clinch, "good. Wedidn't want to leave without saying goodbye." D...David?" Of. It was 12 at night when John’s phone went off. He looked at the call and it was Cindy on the ICE line. He did not talk but listened. He did not like what he heard. There was a scream and then crying and voices, loud angry voices giving orders. John was up dressed and now looking at his computer. His software and phone could locate Cindy’s phone. It was on the move out of town and this was not good. Picking up a package from the secret hole in the floor, John headed out in his truck. . “You welcome the spit now,” he said, hefting the whip “but it will not be my knout that kills you” and he laid into her again and again in an explosion of energy, forehand and backhand strokes falling viciously in rapid succession. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the frame of the lounger and she clamped her jaws over her own arm, but she began to grind against the sharp steel, sucking the point still further inside herself. The twin orbs of her pale arse were marked with lines of fiery. Maybe I could clean it up a bit, and show him how totake care of it?"Mabel placed her hand on Catherine's leg and said, "You don't have to dothat dear. He hasn't allowed anyone near his head with a pair of scissorsin over a year." That's okay. I bet I could get him to. I'm a little closer to his age.I'll tell him it's cool. You'd be surprised what boys will do for anolder girl." Dear, You can do anything he'll let you do to that head of his. Goodluck." Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine." You sure you.