As soon as thecountdown counter had been started the bomb was wheeled into the vaultby Kisch, with Goldfinger, Oddjob and Bond following. Inside, the ...aultwas vast and multi-levelled. Bond was handcuffed to the trolley byKisch, then sent down on an open elevator to the floor several storeysbelow.When the elevator stopped, Bond examined the bomb. Unfortunately thedisarming of nuclear devices was not one of the areas she was an expertin and she stared at it helplessly, having no idea how to. “A song they did,” trying to hum a few measures, but I’m not that musical.No way did I rock back, but maybe I adjusted my position a time or two.We rested for a few moments, neither of us initiating a pullback.“What if we just roll over and over?” I wondered.I wasn’t clear if we each kept earning two points over and over as we rolled to the edge of the rug, back to the other side, and then back to the center, every roll pressing him against me, though perhaps it was also me pressing back.“It. Mr. Gaetz is masturbating slowly. From time to time he slaps the back of her head and her ass. He gives her orders where to go. He tells her to crawl to the door, but when she gets there, he claims that he told her to crawl to the toilet. For that, she receives a severe beating. Mr. Gaetz pushes his fingers up her pussy and her ass. He shuts her air passages and keeps her without air for a minute. He beats her ears with his hands and yells that she's too slow.All the time he is fondling his. I packed the last few bits away and went down stairs to see who it was. On opening the door I was surprised to see Maggie my late mothers friend leaning against the wall outside, "I saw your car, can I come in and sit down for a bit" she said, "of course" I said "I'll make us a cuppa".Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man"..