"The young brunette named Caela, slightly lither than Miranda if lacking the same impressive set of tits, knelt meekly and said "Yes Master. Yes Mistr...ss."'What are they doing? Where are they taking Derek?' Pressing questions rushed through Miranda's mind until she heard her own cell door swinging open. The presentiment of fear left her mouth drier than the Gobi Desert. The inward swing of the door had this heavier sound, something more solid than the rusty creak of Derek's cell. Wherever they. ” Shesaid to Jack looking for a reaction to which he just looked around the room for a way out.“You cannot escape this place; you can go when we deem you worthy of our strength.” The threesaid to Jack at the same time making it sound powerful than it should have sounded.“Ok, what do I have to do in order for you give me your strength?” Jack asked with a hint of worry inhis voice which the three figures picked up on.“Don’t worry friend, all you have to do is beat us in combat, and the combat. See you soon"I packed a bag, booked a train ticket and went to bed, i had an early start as the train left at 9.30.Morning came, I collected my tickets and had 20 minutes to kill. I went into the station newsagent and bought a couple of dirty magazines, at least I'll be able to wank myself to sleep i thought. I put them in my bag and made my way to the platform.I finally arrived at 12.40, I flagged down a cab and gave the driver the address.We arrived 20 minutes later, i knocked on the door and. .. no! Just different, I guess," he answered."Vives les différences!" Anne quipped. Denise giggled, and Stan added "Quelles différences!" Anne?" Denise asked, "What do you want?"Anne sobered. "I want Stan to be happy. I can't be happy myself unless he is, and he'll never be happy unless you're in his life. I realized that for certain when I saw you two dancing the Tango together, and I've been wrestling with myself ever since." Stan's wry comment of "Did you win?" earned him a cushion thrown in.