I know I am in for some severe punishment and I await my fate.Kneeling in her chamber, nude, as instructed I listen for her footsteps, I strain for so...nds of clicking metal, handcuffs that she hasn't used on me in such a long time.I don't hear them. I am surprised when the door suddenlt swings open, I jump and let a small squeal slip past my lips."Shut up, Bitch."Her voice is magic in my ears, but her tone of voice, the soft volume, the matter of fact way she said it, scares me and sends. "And the tall blond guy isprobably Trevor Green, if memory serves."Everyone blinked at Pat and John for a moment, the late morning sunbeating down on the beach. After a breath or two of silence, everyonestarted talking and asking questions at once. It took several minutes toget all the information out and for everyone to settle back down."So, these are friends of yours from Greenpeace who are looking for you?"Petra concluded as everyone listened. "Yes," Pat answered. "Though they are likely to. “Please FatherJohn, that hurts,” she begged him, but he continued to pull her open,feeling like she was being split up the middle. She did not even notice herskirt rising up high on her thighs. When her left leghung over the side of the desk, he got out another shiny cross, placing itin a hole in the desk. She had not noticed the holes. Her thighs ached, hergroin felt like it was splitting up the middle as she watched the clock slowlycount out the seconds. Father John watchedher strain, her. You seem very nice – special even.’ ‘You are kind, sir.’ ‘Thank you, Louisa. It’s a pleasure to be appreciated.’ ‘A shared one, sir.’ ‘Once in a while you meet someone quite special free from princess dogma.’ ‘Princess dogma sir?’ ‘Those long winded ladies that talk about ‘Me, Me, Me.” ‘That is the opposite of my ideal, sir. I would rather listen and learn.’ ‘Your ethos is a lost and forgotten ideal, Louisa.’ ‘The past cannot be relived.’ A server deposited to goblets of red wine on the table,.