Let me show you some even more remarkable equipment."He stepped across the corridor and, without pausing or knocking, opened the door through which Mi...s Mbute had gone minutes before.No longer wearing her long skirt, Ngoya Mbute was sprawled on her back across the top of a large oak desk, one of her dark-skinned legs drawn up sinuously, the other draped over the end of the desk. Between her thighs, a naked, pale woman, hands bound crudely behind her back with thick rope, was applying her mouth. UK English is the rule: if the spellings Mum, arse or colour annoy you, don’t go any further, for the rest of you enjoy. This prequel is a small thank you to kjohns2001, who wrote that a back story setting out Harry’s downfall would help the timeline and narratives for later events, this has been echoed by others. So with your permission here it is and I hope you agree the guy was a complete pain in the rear end. ***** Harry Parker scratched his head and looked at the printout’s, ‘Phillip get. .I'm really in puh-pain now...the hairbrush hurts...I'll be a guh-good boy, ruh-really I will, please!" And his butt looked like a plum, it was so purple! Kate knew that he could take more, she'd given Elk's bare?buttocks ?a whipping with a wicker carpet beater just before she'd taken the flight to Buttermilk Falls...they all whined the same way, these boys!?Finally Kate put the hairbrush down, somewhat reluctantly, and pulled the now snot nosed weeping Gideon up to his feet by his ear. ?As Gid. . . I’m trying to get him into the recovery position without spilling his guts onto the lawn. “Jesus Boss,” he says . . . “Jesus Boss.” “It’s OK sarge. They’ll have you shipped in no time.” I love him. He’s a West Country man – unflappable – he knows how to work the boys – when to hurt them—when to let up – when to diss them – when to drop a kind word in their ears. We’re a group of terminal cynics. We have this constant love-hate thing. I try to distance myself from it all and let Riley do.