’ The Crime Scene van arrived and we stood out of the way, talking quietly and holding each other, while the techs marked our empty cases, took pic...ures and video and collected what little evidence there was. Under the sheriff’s direction, they got at least a dozen pics of the knife, lying 6′ from the mugger’s hand. Outside the restaurant, a crowd had gathered. I could see people taking pictures and video with their phones. At least no TV news trucks had shown up. When we got home, I’d have. M. Desmalions burst out laughing."Oh, of course, yesterday's trick, the telephone trick! You must admit it was funny. The Premier had to hold his sides when I told him of it." Upon my word, I see nothing to laugh at!" No, but, all the same, the rascal is never at a loss. Funny or not, the trick was extraordinarily daring. To cut the telephone wire before your eyes and then blockade you behind that iron curtain! By the way, Mazeroux, you must get the telephone repaired this morning, so as to. With your genitals wide open and on display it feels delightfully naughty. I remember my last time on stage perfectly. I remember every time perfectly. This last time I was once again lashed to the pole. This time Hank was my lover tormentor. One is never assigned a master she knows well. I'd met Hank only a few of times. After you've been a man's victim, you never again think of him as just a man. If he does a good job you'll remember him with more fondness than most of your lovers. Not. ..…...We unpacked, took a shower and crawled onto the bed to watch TV for a while. We lay there a while watching and idly twirling our fingers in each other's pubic hair with our free hands until Mrs Tabbycat decided she needed to get something or other from her bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Getting to her knees, she scooted up the bed and leaned over the bed end and started rummaging in the bag. Now, I'm a randy old sod at times and the sight of her, kneeling with her bum in the.