Stamford, Mr. Stamford... Russell!" Russ quickly returned to thematters at hand as the sunset darkened into nighttime's haunting glowthat silently tu...ged at him to stay and peer into the beckoning void."So you can call me Russ, ahhh, Russell at least," he chuckled.Hanna patiently looked at him, nodded slightly and replied, "We onlyhave an hour and a half to unpack and freshen you before you join theothers, and you did seem to be pretty deep off in your thoughts, Sir.Will we be dressing black. Liz put my arm over her shoulder and led us both outside, much to the delight of the other men in the bar.“Good job man!” Came a yell.Liz paused at the doorway. She turned around and blew a kiss to the crowded bar.More cheers came up from the crowd.There was something about Liz. I wish I could explain it.She was dangerous, no doubt, but she was magnetic in a way that I wasn’t able to explain. You’d think that I would have killed her, or at least run away from her, considering what she had done. They understood each other. These whimsies of his were a part of whatever strange bond it was that held them. She gave herself to them gladly. They were a small price to pay for what he gave her. She had found in this austere and enigmatic man something no other woman had touched. He too had found in his enslavement of this English beauty a feminine response unique and satisfying.Assef Aslam whipped Audrey Cotswold far more often than an observer might suppose. Few of the grave faces round the. Then she spoke, “They have cameras here Luke. You have been recorded coming into the women’s restroom.”Luke paused for an instant gazing into her hazel eyes. She was a beautiful woman. Finally he spoke, “An honest mistake. People are fucking in every corner. Do you think they give a damn if I walk in here to look at your pussy?”Eva’s breathing began to stabilize and then she spoke, “Listen to me Luke. You can insult me all you want here but when we step out, it will be a different matter. Under.