Then Tina said, ‘You like dangly things, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, why?’ I replied. She brought a smiling little assistant to show me a brochure, wi...h a picture of a nail, from which a tiny chain was hanging. I was intrigued. ‘Would you like something like this?’ she asked, and before I had the chance to reply she had produced a tiny pocket drill, which whined when she flicked it on. I nodded as she put it carefully to the nail on my left pinky, and, in a second, had produced a tiny, neat round hole.. She had never been so wet, so excited, so unfulfilled. It was like she was striving for something, needing something, stretching, yearning to get some release, but couldn't quite reach it.It was going to be another day before Harold came home. A very long day and it wasn't time for him to ravish her. She wished there was some way she could excite him to make him take her more forcefully.Her mind on other things, Alex didn't notice the quiet little man who followed her at a distance from the. "Popping the top, he poured some of the contents into hishand and ate it. Nothing happened. He went downstairs andpoured himself a glass of water to wash down the powderedsugar. As he swallowed the water, he saw that his hand didnot look quite right on his wrist. He blinked and realizedthat it looked ok. He shook his head and put the glass inthe dishwasher, and went to take a shower.James removed his dress-jeans and boxers, he had somedifficulty pulling his boxers over his hips. He stared. "Eva was working as a prostitute by then. Dubert used her to entertain his Russian friends, the men he was in business with." What business?" Hamburg is the second busiest seaport in Europe," Wolfgang explained. "So it's easy to move weapons and drugs, restricted technology, almost anything you can think of. A shipment of machine parts from Russia might have one container filled with anti-tank rockets. When the ship stopped in Hamburg, Dubert would switch that container with another and put it.