But, if he's doing that, then that would mean...oh no. Oh no. I begin to shake my head no in a pleading motion as I know what he's doing, or what he's...about to do. He's lifting the chain that is connected to the nipple clamps higher and higher. He means to lift it all the way up, and pull my nipples and breasts along with it! He means to lift my tits by the clamps. He means to pull my tits up.The passionate shaking of my head leads to much laughter from the group as I feel my nipples being. In my business you don’t trust anybody because as soon as you do they’ll take a knife to your back and laugh as you bleed to death. The fact that Jonathan had said that he could trust me should have been a warning as clear as the church bells on a quiet Sunday morning. But I’m female enough for that simple statement to have penetrated my shields, and for me to agree to kill Marcus. I spent a week with the slim file that Jonathan had given me about Marcus while I sat outside of his house. I know it is not as serious as that, but the media might push it in that way. We have no control over Earth’s media.We have a female tourist guide - the culprit who actually used the truffle, and the man they were visiting, who is a young village schoolmaster, age 23. He has not been a resident for very long, but from our records, he is on the list of collectors of truffles, and also of the Comfort herb, which makes him normally a reliable and responsible person. Up until now, he has been an. "Third, from now on, your new name is Tammy. On social media and athome, you will be called Tammy. No more Timmy. Are you okay with that?Tammy?" she added."What!? Are you serious? Why do I have to do that?" I demanded. I hadnearly choked when I heard this new name. This was asking too much."This is non-negotiable, Tammy. Take it or leave it."I looked around the room and saw a lot of impatient faces. My heart wasracing. I knew I had to agree to it or otherwise I was walking out ofhere with.