Slapped around ... I got the tattoos and piercings for the pain, not the art...”She casually pulls her bikini cups aside to flash spider-web tattoos...centered on each pierced nipple as she speaks. “And ‘cos it’s fucking permanent ... I’m showin ev’ryone what a fucked up fucking cunt I am...”“I like humiliation ... The more public the better ... And ye can’t get more fucking humiliated than fucking a fucking big dog ... Or more fucking public than the fucking BBC!”“Do dogs turn you on, or is it. He straightened, urgent now, and slipped her warm-ups and panties off in one motion. She lay there on the green cushion in nothing but her blouse and socks, the blouse framing the swell of her breasts, as she lay there open for him, her eyes watching him, slitted gray, clouded with emotion, a smile touched her lips as she watched him remove his clothing. He loved the way her breasts rose and fell as her breathing quickened, proof to him of her quickening desire. Seeing her there like that he. I had no intention of eating with Reese and I was pretty sure she didn't expect me to. We'd hardly said two words to each other since Saturday. I could probably afford to go out to dinner, but to be honest, I didn't have much ambition at present. I guess I was sulking, thinking of the rotten thing my wife had done to us.I was going through periods of anger about it and I had to watch out I didn't let it boil over. Mr. Hoffman made it clear that I shouldn't give my wife any excuse to claim I was. She looked across at the rest of the crew. "That's the Scorpious Sector, it is vast and deserted, if there are humans there then they would be difficult to find." She turned back to the map. "There's something about that sector." She spoke almost to herself."What?" Catana asked.Varna blinked. "I beg your pardon, Catana?" You said there was something special about that area, I just wondered what?" I don't know, just a feeling that's all, perhaps we will find a lot of humans and make a fortune.".