I looked at my 30-year-old son “I don’t mine sharing if you don’t,” I said to himSorted for the night with somewhere to sleep we spent the res...t of the night in the bar with the locals.We were merry by the time we got to our room and I wondered how we went about getting ready for bed and what to sleep in. Dressed for a funeral I was all in back, even down to my girdle to hold my round tummy in, I suppose if I take my dress and stocking off I can sleep in my girdle all-night.“Can you unzip me. He smiled wanly. ‘I’ve got 4 shots left.’ The stranger said, with a keen smile upon his rugged, trail-worn face. ‘That’s one for you, and each of your friends’ foreheads.’ Mickey the barmaid marvelled at how soft this killer’s voice was. He said each word with a punctual finality, the phrasing of a man who expected to die at any moment. Outwardly, she attempted to keep her tough-girl facade going, but inside, especially on the parts that counted, she longed for this handsome, honorable. ” I have sinned, there was the sound of regret heavy in the voice. “I masturbated in front of God, and the Blessed Virgin.”“Did your sinful act cause you to – climax?” The final word was almost a whisper.With balled fists and clenched eyes, the confessor nodded. “Yes.”“You have sinned grievously, my child. Twenty-four Ave Maria, and twelve Pater Noster five times a day until your next confession. You will refrain from your pursuit of self abuse and one week from tonight you meet me in the. Louisa released his neck, took a step back and crossed her arms, “Who the fuck was she?”“Just pass me my phone!”The blonde didn’t move, but instead tilted her head down with a pout and waited for Ben to explain about the cage, the piercing and the woman with the key.“You used to have such a lovely cock,” she sighed.“I still do!”“No, you’re ‘fucked’,” Louisa corrected, “If that woman has the only key.”Ben was more concerned about Amy than he was about the key and again tried to stretch across.