When I got to the launderette it was closed up and I knocked on the door. The woman who came out was nothing like I expected. I don't really know what...I expected but it certainly wasn't the person walking towards me."Mark?" Yeah, hi, you're Nadia?"Nadia locked the door behind me and I watched her move ahead of me. I thought she must be around 15 years older than me, the same height and that night was dressed in a white blouse and black, tight leggings with black, calf hugging boots to her. Carmina blinked her eyes, rubbed out the remnants of the many tears she had shed and gaped at the quartet entering the house. The sight totally confused her.First, they were all smiling. Laughing. Even dark Mort had a smile on his face. Their gait was brisk as they strode through the kitchen and toward her. They seemed to be holding hands, well at least Louisa was holding hands with Billy and Stan.But the were all smiling. What had happened? It all made no sense to her.When they crossed in. She said I also just did some simple editing and only showed her the point when you moaned from cumming needless to say she didn’t want to see the whole tape. She said now I think you had better show me how sorry you are for not showing up this mourning and making me wait or I will have to show more people the tape. She then walked behind me running her hand over my shoulder and positioned herself behind me. She pulled my hands together and said you know the drill. She then handcuffed my hands. Something about her unnerved him, and he was one to trust his instincts. Still, no sense in making enemies. Besides, she obviously wasn’t a Gray Wraith—her hair was the wrong color. ‘That’s right.’ He went back to his increasingly frustrating quest for fire. After a moment, he sensed a presence looming over him. He looked up and let out a yelp. The woman was right in front of him now. She grinned, pointing at the two sticks he was rubbing together. ‘They’re too green.’ ‘Hm. No shit.’ Snatch.