Dude looks hungover as fuck. ‘Late night partying?’ He shakes his head. ‘Bought some spirits, but as I understand, you can’t put those in you... carry on.’ ‘So finish them off?’ ‘Or let them go to waste?’ He laughs and rubs his eyes. ‘Leo, what are you doing here?’ ‘Traveling to Belgium on the . . .’ he whips out his phone and scrolls for the information. ’11:15AM flight to Brussels. I assume that’s the one you’re on.’ ‘And how’d you figure that out?’ ‘I texted Em and asked. She said it. She looked inside the houses around the square. They looked so warm and pleasant. Not freezing like the cold ground she was sitting on. All she wanted was a little warmth. She looked at the matches. She could light one, if only for a little warmth. The lady wouldn't miss one. She held the matchstick in her hand and scraped it for a flame to ignite. She held her other hand around it and saw in the smoke a beautifull fireplace. Oh how she wished she could be there, anywhere but here. The flame. Don’t lie to me.’ ‘I’m sorry Master. My knees are a bit sore, that’s all.’ Master’s hand tangled in my hair as he roughly pulled it back. ‘No,’ he said through clenched teeth, ‘I don’t think that’s all. I will ask one more time Annie and I expect the truth. Do not disappoint me pet.’ I tried to turn my eyes down, but Master had such a firm grip on my head I found I couldn’t move it at all. ‘I’m…I’m afraid…’ ‘What Annie? What are you afraid of?’ ‘Master, I’m afraid I broke one of the rules last. She got comfortably balanced, hands on the floor in front and feet straight out behind her. Her feet were out, rather than on the floor, as Perkins kept his right leg about a foot off to the side. He preferred it this way as he had his target just where he wanted it, front and center, ready for business! Missy looked right at Holly, who again, smiled back. Missy was instructed to keep her hands on the floor, or the count would start again. “I will spank you on your panties. I don’t believe in.