I was lying down, holding Saralinda, who was still out, though at this point, it was simply sleep. Troubled sleep. Every few minutes, she'd start REM ...reaming, and often would thrash about in obvious distress. I tried to calm her without waking her when that happened. I had no idea what time it was, or how long we'd been in Moira's room.Once she'd stabilized, Gary and I had carried Saralinda upstairs to Moira's bed. Moira'd walked behind us, on the phone with Dr. Anna in Hawaii. The whole way. “If you do not start lapping that pussy and my cum, I will fuck your ass here and now as hard as I can. Do you understand me? You are nothing more than my fuck toy and you will do as I say you fucking whore!” I slapped Hope’s ass to get my point across. Hope jumped and I could hear her crying. I stuck my hand under her upturned ass and played with her clit and stuck a finder in her. After several strokes of my finger, I pulled it out and placed it at her asshole. Hope raised her head and. She ran to offer assistance. A guy wearing goggles pushed the up on an old-fashion leather-flying helmet and already standing beside the aircraft grinned and said, ‘Hi blondie, what’s up with the blanket?’ ‘To wrap you in if I succeed in pulling you out of a blazing wreck.’ ‘Oh how kind but unnecessary. Any chance of a beer?’ ‘What after your reckless exhibition of flying running out of fuel?’ ‘I have almost a full tank. The fuel is contaminated.’ ‘Oh god, sorry.’ ‘It’s okay sweetheart. I’m. Top of the stairs. Yes. Top of the stairs.’ He bounded from the chair, leaving his things behind, and made his way back to the staircase. The hallway somehow seemed longer than before and the walls seemed to grow around him. He reached the top of the stairs and gripped the banister for support. There, at the top of the stairs, was a single wooden door. An envelope rested on the handle. Sykes stumbled forward, grabbing the envelope as he staggered drunkenly through the door and collapsed onto.