"See there, my darling. This is all the proof that I need that youreally want to do this for me. It should also be all the proof thatyou need, that yo... want to do it to."Then, for the umpteenth time that morning, since waking me up, heagain lowered his head and tried to gently kiss me again. I say thathe tried to kiss me gently, because it was hard for him to kiss megently. He has a moustache, and it is kind of prickly. Do not get mewrong, I like it. I like it a lot, in fact.I looked up into. .heh heh heh! I promise you we won’t hurt her, just have some fun, if you know what I mean...? It’s what you might call an object lesson. Don’t contact the Police. We’ll release her unharmed as soon as you pay up’Nick reeled in horror at the scene. He’d heard about these types of guys and how they didn’t like to be messed around with, but there wasn’t a lot he could do, and panic started to hit him. She’s my fucking wife, for Christ sakes but she's trapped, I’m trapped, and getting the Police. They both wore similar clothing, mostly black, with some carefully contrived rips and holes here and there. Heavy Doc Martens laced up outside their trouser legs. "It's almost like a uniform." Jake thought. He glanced over to the road to see if the traffic was light enough to consider ducking across, when he felt a sense of unease, of something out of place.At that moment, Jake heard a scream. Every sense in his body magnified it's abilities a thousand-fold, and time slowed down to a crawl. He. I love this place. It is hushed and belle natural and harmless in every revere and esteem in similarity and dissimilarity with the earsplitting and congested and crammed-full that township house places are. Phew!In a hurry and hastily—before I start to cook or bake up anything, I snatch and grab my phone that is lodged and put down on kitchen slab and I type this coming wording message to Stian. Of course! He might be busy finishing and wrapping up stuff and chores that he has been toiling and.