.”“I do love you but I’m not conning you. So what do you want, David?”“I wish I could take all that stuff I said last night back. I don’t ...ant you to go. I’m asking you to stay. I lost it last night, and I’m sorry. Please, Celia, will you stay?”“Yes.” Her face showed no emotion he could read, and the word hung in the room, alone.“Sorry?” he said perplexed now at the ease of it.“I said, yes, I’ll stay.”David exhaled in a loud sigh of relief, and he sank back into the sofa in relief.“I don’t. Then the warm knob of another man’s head pressing against my butt hole. I’d never had a man in my ass nor was I ever in a man’s ass simply because I felt it was wrong and I didn’t see the pleasure of it. The head pushed past my hole and I felt the flared head inside me and the shaft following a shaft that didn’t seem as if it was going to stop as it made its way deep inside my ass. I moaned. Whoever was on my began to stroke me slowly at first. I could hear his breathing. It was then that I. The labels on the pill bottles had identified the patient prescribed them as Gareth Finnegan. A few hours’ digging through Schön Klink’s records said that he had visited several of their facilities eighteen times in the past three years for a malignant and slowly-growing brain tumor. No known aliases had returned from Interpol’s records under that name. However, the fingerprints on the bottles came back with the name Francis Morgan, an American contract killer who’d dropped off the radar. Four o'clock and the guests are all asleep as far as thevideo screens show. Every so often one of them will turn in her sleep, pullagainst her chains or whatever and wake herself up for a few moments. It usuallyonly takes a day or so for them to learn that it ain't no good making a fuss,so they just lie there quiet. I sometimes wonder what they think about but,hey, I should worry about them? At least they're getting some sleep. That reminds me – five o'clock and I grab some coffee, black and.