You need to be there by four you said, and it's still not even three.Amy shivered in front of him. From fear and from his chilling words. She didn't k...ow what to do."You raise an interesting question, Amy," he went on. "Tell me. When a naughty girl like you gets in trouble, how does Daddy punish you?" Please," she begged him. She didn't want to talk about her dad. She didn't want to be lectured at while she stood naked in this suddenly confining hotel suite. She wanted to get dressed in her. "But I do have to open up for the class is in a council building. As you know classes are scattered around a bit. Where does this woman live and what is her name and what is her contact number. If you want me to pick her up I best introduce myself"."Her name is Cathy, she lives at unit 3/27 Cook Ave and this is the contact number". Rick quickly wrote down the information, a short chit-chat followed and then he hung up.Later that day he contacted the woman, she did seem a bit vague but said that. Seyla was sleeping soundly on her side of the bed with her back to me. After several minutes of just laying there with my eyes closed thinking about falling back to sleep, I began to think about the previous night and how absolutely wonderful it had been, even if slightly ordinary for the two of us on a Friday or Saturday night. Before long I was feeling very horny and began thinking of putting myself back inside Seyla. I though that I should try waking her up in a way that I had only done once. ”“Poppycock,” she said with a smile. “I look like a mud dauber compared to most of those girls.”“Your mirror must be crooked,” I said.She made a face. “Do you want to make love to me?”“Of course,” I said. “Naturally. Such a question!”She laughed and then her eyes widened. A young British lieutenant with his sword in his hand stepped into the clearing. “You are under arrest, both of you, for murder,” he said. I jumped to my feet and then felt a bayonet poking me in the back, jabbing hard.“Tie.