.. I've come to rescue you... I guess," the Spanish girl told her shyly."But... Miss Bjorn? How ever did you get away her?" Constance asked."And our u...cle? He was there too was he not?" Claire interjected."That bitch!" Isabel snapped as she walked into the room, "She thought she had me so under control that I'd do anything she wanted! Well I showed her, and that uncle of yours a thing or two I did!" Really? What did you do?" Constance asked presently."Well," she said, "by keeping me tied and a. None would be very happy to be woken up at this late hour, well past midnight, by the near-comical sounds of the monsters on the television. So the volume was low enough not to carry through the house and I would be left in peace to stay up as late as I wished.I had graduated nearly four months before and as many of my peers that did not go to University, I sat around my parents home - staying up too late, eating their food and generally being a bum. Trying to ignore adulthood and. That’s probably why BDSM attracted me. The change of control, the teasing/humiliation, the submission. I learned to bear pain, accept it, and loved it. The opposite of the sweet attention i used to wallow in... "You better not break his tiny bottom then...' - "Not a chance, his butt is like fucking steel. Last month i broke one of my canes on it !" (It wasn't as easy as he made it sound! ;)) Mark leaned towards the guy and whispered something. "Are your really....? I thought you said you made. I exhaled forcefully and spoke again. ‘So you’re telling me that I didn’t kill Liz Graeme and not only that but we now have another fucking anonymous player in the mix?’ Silently they nodded in unison. ‘Jesus… that’s all we needed.’ Stevie leaned in close and placed her hand on my arm in a soothing manner as Karen continued. ‘Craig I’m sorry man but the ballistics don’t lie. The round that took out Liz Graeme was a .308 rifle round. The rifling suggests a Remington sporting rifle but the slug.