It would be quite poetic justice in more ways than just one to take Wally out for one last memorable sailing trip!As I started up my small ship of dea...h, I uttered one last bemoaning grunt as I sailed down the canal away from the cabin, still intact and quite unburned to the ground. I was regretting it already. With my luck if I tried to torch the place, even with all of the available gasoline, the driving rain would only get harder and suppress the fire, only ending up doing half of the job. Of course, being a winner meant only one thing. You won the right to line up at the end of the festivities to be chosen to spend the night with a master. It would be a double edged sword for the new slaves. Compelling them to perform humiliating and degrading tasks just to win the right to be used for even more degrading acts by a master, while teaching them that having a master pick you out for a blow and fuck session, was a privilege, not a right on the slave colony. In this way the slaves. There was no obvious cause of death for the female inside the room. Judging from her apparent height, she might have been a girl in her early teens, but it was hard to tell in her advanced state of decomposition. The M.E. would have to make that determination at autopsy. His best guess was that they had been dead for a couple of weeks, and the preliminary assessment was that it was a multiple murder perpetrated by a person or persons unknown.Sarah and Ken hurried back to the station to put. Finally, I asked Tim, “May I have a pair of shoes?” for the first time since I arrive, he laughed, but it wasn’t a pleasant laugh, but filled with condemnation. He didn’t answer but walked upstairs to our old room. A minute later, he returned carrying a pair of stripper heels I had purchased a long time ago for a Halloween party. The six-inch heels with a leather strap that wrapped around my ankle were probably the most uncomfortable pair of shoes I’ve ever owned. I slipped them on and he.