In your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me,as you lick the boots of Death, borne out of fear.”-Jethro Tull, “Wind-Up“I left ...aria and Jeanne to the decorating and went to prepare for meeting them and everyone else inHelen’s Study soon. (I figure hey, used to be a war room, probably a secure place to talk. Especially since the Ministry of Intelligence sweeps it for bugs at random intervals.) There was another stop I felt the need to make.The Nursery had been a storage room. " Is that a suggestion, oh love of my life?" I leaned to the side and kissed her nose."You better believe it," she said with a grin. "See if you can get Mark Russell off his butt and into her pants."Not exactly what I had in mind, but on the other hand, not a bad idea."Maybe she's just nervous," I suggested."Robbie?" She gets nervous. She just usually hides it well. This time she wants it too bad." I wonder why. You shouldn't have told her about losing by a vote." She needed to know."Tami. There are barrels of gems in the torture chamber produced by my pain. Theworst of all are the diamonds. Those are products of the many whippings andfloggings that have been inflicted on me. Then there are the rubies, whichcome from a caning across my bottom that will leave bleeding lines across mybackside. Emeralds are produced when he clamps my nipples and forces me toendure their pinch for a long time. Small emeralds are produced from the soundsI make while my nipples are clamped; the large. "Fantastic, see you then, hunk, " said Dianne as Sheila's eyes lit up at what must be good news."I suppose you two ladies would have got each other well warmed up by the time I get there," laughed Steve."I think that is very likely," confirmed Dianne thinking of a second lesbian experience with Sheila.The call ended and Sheila said, "Well, tell me." He finishes early tonight; he will be at my house about eleven," said Dianne with a broad smile."Great, and what did you tell him that you thought.