...out onto the auction block!Prompted by a whip cracked at your heels, you minced meekly out beforethe crowd. Laughter, cat-calls and unintelligible ...tterings roared inyour ears as you paraded meekly before them. Someone began beating atambourine and -- again with prompting from a touch of the whip on yourbare, brown butt --you began stepping in time to the impromptu music.The crowd roared as your eyes searched desperately for Omar.There he was.In the midst of the crowd.Laughing hardest of. " I then brought evidence of the distances from the pub to the victim's house and from there back to Mr. Hathaway's house. The prosecuting barrister was furious, as the police hadn't covered this. He tried to suggest that Mr. Hathaway had help, that someone had given him a lift. I countered by saying that if that were the case why the police hadn't laid the charge of conspiracy as well. This would have been automatic if there was an alleged helper. It was too late. The judge gave the. But worry not. Should you become pregnant, I shall treat the child as if it were my own."This was scant consolation to Ivory, who burst into tears as soon when the Chief departed. "I've become nothing but a fuck toy!" she moaned to Glade who put a comforting arm about her bare shoulders."It is the way of the world," said the shaman."Is this a service you've ever provided?" Not in this way," Glade mused, "but in former years I regularly made love to strange men to provide for myself. A woman. But he didn't even kiss me.He did, however, get my phone number from me, and he called me the next day. We were off and running, and it didn't take us long to fall madly in love.I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, to find out why no one had snapped this guy up. He was everything I could have wanted in a boyfriend -- polite, easy-going, an interesting conversationalist and a wonderful kisser.I wanted him from the very first, but I took it slow because I wanted to be sure of my feelings,.