Maybe I just had too much adrenalin pumping on the boat to notice. I managed to hold my bread and cheese and complimentary glass of champagne down.“...Merry Christmas, Angel,” I said, handing her the hastily purchased and wrapped gift. Her eyes lit up. I guess that’s the real secret. She can buy almost anything she wants but she likes to be spoiled. Any gift is exciting. She unwrapped the black silk scarf. It has a pattern of interlinked hands embroidered around the edge in scarlet. It’s clear. . if you want to... but you're going to get fucked... and you'll love every minute of it!" the big man chortled, lewdly. "As a matter of fact... you'll be begging me to fuck you!" I'll scream! I'll call for h-help!" she threatened."If you let out one little peep... I'll clobber you!" Harry countered, showing her his huge fist.She groaned in her futility, the sound coming from the very depths of her soul. She was trapped... and there was nothing she could do to escape this huge man, who was bent. ....Being a substitute teacher was ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times for Ian White. Trying to convince kids he was not an impediment between them and their favourite teacher, and keeping control of a whole classful hell bent on swinging from the chandeliers was not much of a job for anyone. As he was studying part time at university, it was perfect occupation to bring in a little money without making too many demands on his time. The demands it made on his patience. This must be a dream ... some sort of wild, fantastic dream. And I thought: I'm in a hypnotic trance, of course. And I can't POSSIBLY go any deeper than this. I looked around me. The entrance to the cave was gone, and the whole place was illuminated by some sort of eerie light, just bright enough to let me see. I walked forward, because my skis had disappeared, too, and there in front of me were four doors with writing on them. I could read it if I got a little closer. Each door bore a name:.