"Shit!" I said, hating the words that were about to come out of my mouth. "Alright, I will help." All of you. Stay here, and do NOT come over to the H...rdHouse. Understand?"They all nodded."Good. Ashes." I nodded at her, because she had the steadiest nerves. "Go strip down in the stall and wash up with the special soap. All over. Use the boiled water. Then don't touch anything and wait for me." She nodded and ran off.I dragged BraveOne over to the supply hut on the hide. Leaving him there, I. As Rosalind left the flat for the 180 mile journey home, it was to be the last time I was ever to set eyes on her.With the weekend looming, I tried calling Suzy-Jayne but without success. The beginning of the following week proved more successful and I eventually got to speak to her and arrange a session. She explained that she had spent the weekend at a regular client’s house working as a maid and had been spanked, birched and caned a lot.A couple of days later I found myself driving to. She couldn’t help but stare at him now, his square jaw, his chest stretching the fibre of his suit, the front of his hair falling in front of his face. Somehow Tate felt sorry for him, possibly because of his current condition, but she was sure he somehow deserved it. Finally, she returned to reality. ‘Screw this, I’ll find this Rasmus on my own, captain asshole. Don’t need the girl.’ ‘Damien, she has all the info. She’s smart and she has an in on the street.’ ‘Excuse me? Burke, I don’t need. He told me he was recently divorced, bisexual and had only been to the park a couple of times. He had never actually done anything before as most of the people that frequented the place were dirty old men. He was much more attracted to younger more effeminate types. He said that he only lived across the road and asked if I’d feel more comfortable in the safety of his house. I agreed, and while I knew this had its own risks, I thought it better than being named in the local paper for obscene.