He does not smoke a pipe, chew tobacco, drink alcohol, curse, blaspheme, spit, fart, or belch, and I have yet to see him scratching his nugs, which as... you know all males do frequently.”I surreptitiously moved my hand from where it had been, nodded my agreement at Robin’s words, and hoped he had not noticed where I had been scratching.“Is it possible your cook is a Mollie, Robin?”“I have considered the possibility, but apart from his way of walking and talking he shows no other signs. None of. Instead I reached to my side and pulled out my black combat knife. Holding it to her throat I told her to walk. Still holding her arms down i made her turn down the next block to the left. There my black van was parked. I already knew this was her way home. I've been watching her for awhile. I made her open the back doors and get in. I tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together. Getting the ball gag in was hard cause she kept trying to bite me. But I just grabbed her throat and. The second day there I met the 'neighbours', they were two women, Anne and Yvonne, they were in their late fifties from Harrogate, they had won money on the bingo so decided to go on holiday away from the rainy weather (and their husbands) in the u.k. I said hello and had the usual small talk. over the next couple of days I kept bumping into them coming and going to the bar. One day at lunchtime I met them heading for their room and they had a couple of bottles of wine, after a bit of chat they. ”“Thanks.”Elizaveta and I went into the music room and I shut the door behind us. I led her over to the couch and after I sat down, she sat on my lap, drew her legs up, and put her head on my shoulder.“I like when you hold me,” she said softly.“And I like holding you,” I replied.“Kiss me?” she asked, raising her head from my shoulder.Our lips touched, and then our tongues, and we shared a gentle French kiss. When we broke it after about two minutes, Elizaveta sighed and put her head on my.