Would she suddenly vanish as his hands made contact on a bosom still firm and pert? Would she suddenly mutate, as had happened before, into someone wh...lly different from the one he’d accompanied through the Docklands streets: his arm around her waist and his nose nuzzling her long brown hair? Contact was made. And the docking was smooth. Their mouths grappled together with a passionate urgency. And when he placed his hand on her crotch, it was already dripping with a warm moistness of desire. At the sound of her secretary knocking at her door, she turned and readied herself for the first batch of files. He watched through her window as she began to politely explain to people that the Company had to cut back if it wanted to make a profit this year. She spoke with authority yet, he could tell, there was an under current of compassion in her voice. About halfway through her interviews, she received a phone call. From the one-sided conversation he heard, he could tell that her superiors. ... the fantasy would be similar, I would be abducted, raped, taken in every hole and the final act would be a huge blade stabbing into me. I would come in waves and waves, sweating and panting as I imagined it entering my belly, cutting me open... my captors would crowd round, and I would look up at them and thank them as I slipped away..... When I became a young woman, I needed to be more extreme and so the scenario changed to its most honest form... I would imagine that I volunteered to be. Henry had come this time as well. I saw her right away in the middle of a pack of 11 wretches, shivering and snivelling. Nine welcomes, one of an attractive blonde woman of about 30 who took a dozen on her back with the strap and would have had us talking for days had it not been for Mary. Then that redhead getting a dozen with the cane.Then Mary, last again.She stood, head down, staring at her feet, shaking. “Mary Whittaker,” the judge said, his nose red in the damp, breath steaming, “for.