This lovely morsel deserved more respect from me than that. I quieted the voice inside my head that reminded me I hadn’t come here for this.It was a...most a year to the day since I’d journeyed to London. I had made plans for my new life as I travelled. Regretfully, my long rest had failed to dull the memory of my last night in Paris. Her dying eyes still pierced whatever semblance of a soul resided within me. I had lost control that fateful night; her blood had tasted so astoundingly good - like. It was almost like asking if he’d please put the bin out. But the truth is that it wasn’t the bland normality of putting out the bin and even after many months, let alone a couple of weeks, asking always carries with it that deep down shock of fear and excitement. Because however many days went by, Liam never allowed the spanking itself to become humdrum. I never had any idea what his preference was going to be until he told me. I could see little correlation to his mood and despite asking him. "I was about to turn for the Bridge.But I thought to myself."Her arms are waving at me and beckoning me to come in the water with her."She had a radiant smile and when I looked further, I realized that she was wearing no clothes. She had the most beautiful body that I had ever seen.After months at sea, the site of a beautiful womans breasts were wonderful. I felt like jumping in the water to rescue her. But I knew we had a protocal for such things and I knew I had to get a grip on myself.I. She quickly walked pass telling him to send Franco to the beach alone. Helena walked across the road towards the surf club. Helena looked over her shoulder and saw Franco getting out of the car and running trying to catch up to her. Helena advised “Just you, leave the goons” Franco waved the goons back.Franco followed her into the disabled toilet. The other hoods stood outside. Franco producing a gun demanded her life or sign the contract he had in his hand. Helena laughed, turned around lifted.