"I'd advise against it, Robin. As he doesn't know where Daphne is he can't bother her. His counsel would be foul to her and I suggest she's had enough... misery already and he would add to the guilt that she's already feeling. I'd let it die even though if we had the chance I'd readily help you wring his neck."Robin laughed. "Thanks, Henry," he said. "I'll drop it. Many thanks to both of you for what was otherwise a thoroughly enjoyable weekend. I've no doubt that Lottë will be on the phone to. She marched me into the storeroom slamming the door behind me. 'What do you mean by assaulting me like that Wilson?' 'Sorry Miss I didn't know I'd hit your tits.' Whoops wrong thing to say I thought as soon as the words came out my mouth. 'So you think you can call my breasts tits do you?' 'Sorry Miss.' I stammered, 'Well what are we going to do with you Wilson? I know you have a penchant of daydreaming all day long, what do you daydream about?' In for a penny I thought, 'You Miss.' 'Me. You may retire for the night."A question left unsaid appeared on that face, but the Sergeant nodded and exited, carrying the metal shackles.The Colonel sighed. "It would be best to fear me rather than tease me, Karl. Ask Maria." He took the crop back in his hand and walked around his desk stiffly. Pressing the tip against Karl's cheek, the strap dangling below the jaw line, the Colonel smirked. "I can make you regret every word you say against me, right Maria? I don't have to mar that pretty. " She puts a little bit of herself into every dish she makes...and Iassure you, she doesn't put anything else. I mean, occasionally, she'llthrow in some pot to relax us all, but that's about it. Everything inher food is nothing but her food, prepared with her skill and heart,and it has almost a magical quality to it. She truly deserves tofind...well...to find her OWN Jason DelMonico. Of course, almost allthe men who've gotten their iBod and stayed men most of the time havetried to score with.