.for a nap."Mary smiled her thanks at the invitation but shook her head no."I need to get out to the hospital to check on Pat." Liz asked herseveral ...imes if Mary had heard anything about who the chief suspect wasfor the Pat's assault. Mary told her she had no idea, and was sure thelocal cops would never solve the case.Even though she was hungry, she could only make a half-hearted attemptto do any damage to the omelet and hash browns Liz had slid in front ofher. When Liz saw that Mary really. Max sighed very deeply and pulled the chair out with a defeated look on his face. ‘Major Morgan,’ the man in the suit said plainly, his face revealing no emotion. ‘Sir,’ Morgan replied and saluted half-heartedly. ‘Dispense with the attempted formality, Major. Your government needs your help.’ Max took a long pull off his cigarette and nodded. He slouched in his chair and looked into the screen. ‘My former government, sir. I stopped being a member of your citizenry two years ago.’ ‘Be that as it. A thin but very strong chain is securely locked around my right ankle, from it hangs a one inch wide silver disk bearing the engraved inscription:SISSY ALANPERSONAL SEX SLAVE OF MASTER JOHNMy legs are encased in bright white back seamed stockings. The toes of the stockings are visible, as are my garish pink painted toenails, through the open toes of the hideous pink open toed, horrendously high-heeled, ankle strapped pumps. My surprisingly shapely legs disappear, eventually under the too short. Mom and Dad got me super cute boots and a new purse and — OMG, John and Amy! Oh, but first, let me just say that John gave Mom and Dad a gift and I didn’t know what to expect, except I really imagined something… I don’t know, less personal and more expensive? He gave them a photo of Amy! Oh my god, I’m so jealous. Aaron — you shouldn’t be reading this, but if you are, you HAVE to take photos of me. I mean, I know you’re not a pro, but anyway, John took this picture of Amy up on a mountain.