‘I’m sorry I killed your daughter’. ‘Be happy I didn’t torture her’. ‘Be especially happy I didn’t let Jack torture her’. ‘I hate ...ou for defending your psychopath offspring’. ‘I can’t imagine the pain you’re going through’. It’d have all been empty words. There was no way anything Triss said could have come across as anything other than insulting, pandering, bullshit.The best she could manage, was a few seconds of eye contact with the strange monster, and her two white dots for eyes inside her. He was adorable when he was flustered. "Now come on, those are worth a print job, aren't they?" Fine, fine, you can use my computer..." he said, putting up his hands in front of his face, but not, I noticed, in such a way that would actually block his view."Thank you!" I pulled my shirt back down. "And don't be so histrionic. You can't even see anything, anyway. I'm wearing a bra." I'm not sure I would glorify that with the name of 'bra.'" he declared. "More like a misplaced, unusually colorful. "You are Denise. And Helen has gagged you. How delicious!You are a perfect girl now, Denise." I blushed to the roots of my hair, and unconsciously Iplaced one foot upon the fender to warm it, lifting my skirt aninch or two. Doris uttered a rapturous cry. "What adorable feet! And, oh Denise, what divine littlesatin slippers. Let me see!" I blushed again, but this time itwas with pleasure. "What lovely buckles and what fairy-like bows! And thosedear little pearl-embroidered toes! And what. He closes deep intensely green eyes to wait. It has been a long time since the last rendezvous here, and today there will be a different set of people to play with and enjoy. And perhaps less power play, though that was fun too. While he waits he rearranges the room to make it more comfortable. Thick carpet, a big firm bed decked out and black and silver silks, drapes everywhere, a few chairs, a table by the door, cut crystal goblets and dragon-shaped decanter of blood red wine. He turns off.