In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reser...ed to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. "Is it in?" Craig held the phone away from his ear and stared at it, then shook his head and brought it back. He squirmed a bit in his office chair, and lowered his. While he handed her the bill for his services, Marla didn't let on that she had been looking 'down there' or that she'd seen him glancing at her breasts."Marcelo?" Yeah, senora?" Isn't this a bit much for just getting my ring out of the drain pipe and looking at it for the short time you were here?" Marla asked as she looked over the bill, leaning forward a little more to let him get a better look at her cleavage."You had a lot of hair stuck in your sink drainpipe," he said, trying to keep his. She began wailing through her gag, tears streaming down her face.As she sobbed, he picked her up out of the trunk and carried her into the house. He dropped her unceremoniously onto his couch, and then he closed and locked the front door. Jason walked back over to where his new pet lay trembling in her hogtie."If you promise to be good, I'll untie you," he said. "Do you promise to be good, pet?" Through her now silent tears, the girl nodded. He took his Swiss Army knife from his pocket and cut. Later, after they waded through everything, they sat with me in the library, sipping my scotch. I hated scotch, it was a taste I never acquired. I rarely drank anything, but when I drank whiskey it was always straight rye, on the rocks. I would sip slowly, letting the ice melt and dilute the whiskey. Usually two was all I had.“You have no idea what you stumbled on to here, Dean. This is going to spread like a computer virus, and get just as ugly. You don’t get away with this level of shit for.