"Always a full day of rest after a performance," she said. "Give the voice a break, it needs it." That had certainly not been my habit before; in fact..., in repertory houses I'd often done several days on stage in a row. But that, I realized, had been in the much less demanding comprimario roles. Singing leads, I'd finally recognized after my emotional high had at last worn off the night before, took a lot more out of you.But I was up at my usual 7:00 a.m. the next morning, and edgy about the. Grey Wolf just smiled knowing that they may have surprised me, but they would not have been able to kill me in my sleep. To thank me, Grey Wolf gave his battle tomahawk to me. It was hand forged with a 4" curving face and 6" long head seated over a 1" diameter oak handle 18" long. It was almost as big as my camp axe. I thanked Grey Wolf and knew the custom of always giving a gift in return of almost equal BUT NEVER GREATER value, since that would be considered rude.Reaching behind my back, I. I'd been struggling to get out of the damned handcuffs that he'd locked me to the pipe with, and was having no luck, other than to rub my wrists raw and bleeding.My wife's pleas to Roger to "fuck me harder" and "make me come" had enraged me beyond what I thought possible. Now, I've always had a bit of a temper, but nothing had ever filled me with this much pure, primal, unadulterated rage and fury!"Unadulterated." I muttered to myself with a bitter laugh. "Can't believe I thought of that word. After a few minutes of dancing I began to get lightheaded from the alcohol so I left the others to their dancing and sat back down on the rug in the corner. Donnia looked beautiful dancing with the youths in her bikini top and denim shorts, softly illuminated by the lanterns hanging from the shack roof.Indra placed his hands on Donnia’s waist as they danced and I noticed he was working his way in closer and closer. A few minutes later Indra wrapped his arms entirely around Donnia and pulled her.