The I received a Facebook message from an old tennis partner of mine Matt.After high school I played a little bit of tennis and I was teamed up with a... guy called Matt. Nice guy, better tennis player than I was and we would have a beer after tennis but were never super close mates. He was (is) maybe five years older than me and he was married to this super hot Norwegian chick. I remember her coming to tennis to cheer us on. i think it was just as I started travelling and stopped playing tennis. ."Clare's scream and fists impacting the mess table startled her listeners and she stood leaning on her clenched fist fixing Orville with a look that would have frozen helium and a voice that would have cut it,"I. Need. To. Know. Everything. That. Happens. On. This. Bucket of welds..."She cast her gaze allowing it to unfreeze just a trifle,"But that does not mean you swamp me with detail. You inform me of significant changes that happen. You are my crew and you expect me to command you but I. She says as I wipe away one of her tears. Then whats this? I ask brushing away her hair over her forehead to see a mark from one of the rocks. It was dripping blood. Its nothing.. she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box. Sit still baby. I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. There you go. All better now. I see her smile as I know. The loose ends of her rope harness were then tied to her wrists so there was no way she could twist out of it.Gently, Dan turned her back around and took from his suitcase a limp, pear-shaped gag with a blood-pressure ball pump attached to it. Maxine had heard about pump gags before but had never really saw one let alone experience used on herself."Open wide," Dan smiled.Again, Maxine did as she was told and he pushed the deflated gag into her mouth. Quickly, he buckled the straps around the.