(*I came across the sobriquet “fuck-and-suck slut” or “fuck-and-suck whore” etc. in a great and educative story by The Chairman, “Juicing Je...nne” on the BDSM Library site, and it stayed in my mind - such a poetic and apt description of a useful class of cunt. I liked it so much I thought I’d pay him the compliment of stealing it. I would hate to plagiarise without acknowledgement.)There was nothing between my booth and the arena, I could lean out and maul the performers if I wanted – it was. I don't think anyone knows how much my Nii-sama loves me. Or what I would do for him. I'd die for him. I'd kill for him. People talk about Seto being heartless. They have no idea how much heart he has.But my nightmares. They've gotten better over time, but I still wake up screaming sometimes. Yugi and Mai are almost used to it. That's why they let me sleep with them. I'm less likely to have a nightmare and it's easier to calm me down if they're right there with me. Tonight, I could almost see. ’ I urged. She opened it, and a small slip with an address fell out. ‘What’s this?’ she asked, clearly confused. ‘I’ve haven’t really been going to lab in the afternoons,’ I confessed. ‘I’ve been moonlighting as a private detective. I’ve been digging through every bit of information that is a matter of public record that I could get my hands on.’ She continued to look at me confused, but no longer sad. I took a deep steadying breath. She would have too, if she knew what I was about to tell her.. The basement was shaped like a huge square with a cross going through the middle. Kate moved to the western wall and touched a gyph, "here."I looked at the wall and then knelt to examine the floor. I saw scratches and gestured, "somehow it turns."Kate put her hand over the gyph, "Ori."There was a grating sound as the wall pivoted and a narrow gap appeared. Of course there had to be more stairs. They spiraled down another twenty meters before we started down a hall going back the way we had.