“I’m forty-two, no kids and single again. I came back from six months in Estonia to find my husband had been shagging half the village while I was...away. Kicked him out, that was the end of that.”Mark was in awe and could have sat listening to Claire for hours and soaking up the atmosphere of the lovely country pub. Day’s off didn’t get much better. He was aware that he was on his second pint and would not be able to drive safely if he had anymore. He mentioned this to Claire.“Nonsense, no need. This time I removed the sleeping bag from her by slashing it with the large knife, not too worried whether it also caught her flesh as well. She was sobbing weakly as I cursed and abused her repeatedly with every foul word I could think of. I slashed the bonds from her wrists and ankles and started dragging her by the hair along the rough ground towards the flooded quarry. As she struggled to take away some of the strain by trying to get onto all fours I let go and walked behind her, "move. ” I correct myself almost immediately. “Well, let’s go find somewhere interesting to play then, Kitten,” you say as you run your hand up my back, feeling the soft fur of my tail against the back of your hand as you do. You wrap a protective arm around my waist as we walk toward the hallway. Beyond its darkness, there are several doors leading into various sized and dressed rooms along each side of the hallway. Some of the doors are closed, a sign that those within are not looking to be. On this one day.”“Fuck! That’s stupid!” Dave responded without thinking.The man in the hoody just shrugged his shoulders.Looking down at the card Dave mumbled to himself, “Why are there so many weird ass rules attached to these damn things?”Dave was about to march right back into the mall to spend his pass when the sound of a car horn drew his attention. Out in the lot his sister waved at him through the rolled down window of her parked car. “Hey! Over here! Keep those legs moving!” Cassandra.