A screwed up wad of cloth and some strips of tape were the remains of a gag that I guessed had been changed before they took her away. A spent hypoder...mic lay in the rubbish from the upended waste basket. A heap of tissues soaked in blood suggested that someone hadn't had it too easy. I liked to think it was whoever had snatched her. The core of a roll of duck tape under the chair suggested that in spite of that they'd got their own way. Her handbag had been upended on the bed, its contents. " Are you gonna be sick, Frank?" Oliver asked."It's possible," Frank replied, realizing that it was an actual possibility as he closed his eyes, only to find that doing so made him dizzy. Oliver stared at him for long moments, seeming unsure of the situation before he tentatively raised his hand to Frank's shoulder. "I just need to rest for a few minutes," Frank told him when it came to his attention that Oliver was worried."We could stay here for a long time, Frank," Oliver suggested,. She didn’t think it seemly to ask Master why he’d done this to her. Was it punishment? Pleasure? Hook came to his cabin and Tink quickly stripped naked and assumed her inspection posture, kneeling in her appointed place. “Good day to ye, Lightning Bug,” Hook said brightly. “And a good day to ye as well my Master,” Tink replied. Hook noticed that Tink’s eyes were not downcast as she’d been taught but looking in mild fear towards the wooden pegs that had impaled her so. “Ahem,” Hook cleared his. We talked and laughed, and were getting along like we had known each other all our lives. We were even finishing each others sentences. It was a warm night, so we took off our shoes and went for a walk on the beach, hand in hand. After a while we stopped and faced each other. He slid his hand behind my waist, and pulled me to him. Then he took his other hand and put it on my cheek, turning my face to his. I looked deep into his eyes, trying somehow to will my desire to him. It seemed there was.