Unfortunately, Bob had made it clear he had no planes of using it. Allessandra had begged, as Bob drug her in and shackled her to the pipe beside Tamm...y. Both hanging like carcasses in a slaughter house waiting to be cut, weighed, and shipped. ‘Please! Just shoot me! Do what you want after, but just shoot me first!’ He’d only laughed and gone about his task. Looking down, she could see a white plastic painter’s tarp spread on the floor at her feet. Bricks were stacked at the corner and along. No, of course, they weren’t. They didn’t have Him.It took her two months or more to accept he was just what he presented himself to be. She just knew it had to be an act, some studied performance or sociopath defense mechanism at work. No one was that in control of themselves. No one moved that perfectly. No one didn’t fuck up at least half the time. No one went about their life constantly respected and respecting others that way. Eventually, she grew tired of trying to wake herself up from a. As she walked toward me I saw she was short, but busty, her breasts almost fell over the top of her tight shirt. My sisters friend propped her head up on her hands as she rested her elbows on the island. “I said, would you like to see me kiss your sister”, she said, seductively mocking me.“Uhhhh…” Her finger touched my lips.“Shhh, just watch.” So that's what I did, I watched. She walked back over to the group of her friends. All the eyes in the room were on her, including Chrissy’s, who was. “Er Del ... is that your proper name by the way?” questioned the dulcet tones of Monica Passendale.“It’s Derek actually, hello again Monica, nice to hear from you?”“Thank you. Apropo our conversation at our club last week... ?”“Yes, remember it well. Go on,”“Any decisions yet?”“Oh yes, I’ll do it, small fee, just for you madam. Just joking.”“Excellent Derek. Come up to the house, have a coffee and we can talk details. Tomorrow at nine?”After agreeing and consolidating the whereabouts of ‘the.