“Simon, I’ve always been lucky. I’ve always rolled sixes.”“Yeah, I know. For every guy rolling sixes there has to be a guy rolling ones. Tha... would be me. Let’s be honest, nobody gives a shit about me. If someone cared or wanted to get me out, it would have happened by now.”“Come on, these things take time down here. I bet someone is working on your release right now.”“Somehow, I really doubt that,” I answered with a sad smile.A local came slinking into our semi-separate private room and Victor. Suddenly Robert was all business and pulledaway he moved me to the desk and got me to follow him. Putting me infront of a laptop he told me to take a letter. I was not a good typistat the best of times and with my long nails I was hopeless. The printedletter was full of mistakes, some bits of text were jumbeled and therewere misspellings and typos galore. Robert examined my effort, "this isterrible Sasha, absolute rubbish. This does not please me at all. Youwill have to try very hard to. We were just about to return to our vehicle and report a possible death when Mrs Lanscome shouted up to us that she still had the spare key if we wanted to enter the property and check. Officer Collins returned to the vehicle, reported the incident and waited for further permission to enter the property. At 14.05h dispatch replied to give authorisation to enter the property under Mrs Lanscome’s approval. This she gave. Upon entering Mr Hillman’s property we followed the sound of the music to. She broke free with a low moan, her head swirling with a thousand thoughts at once, and saw that they had crept up her neck, firmly encircling its delicateness. He pushed her down, now on top of her, with his hands still firmly on her neck, and his lips and tongue steadily exploring the soft curves of her neck and shoulders. She started with a small cry of protest, her hands digging further into his hair, as he bit her, right where her shoulder met her neck. He squeezed a little more tightly.