My underneath feels tender, but in a nice way now, as though it has been thoroughly exercised. My skin tingles from the whip.Liv gets up and goes into... the kitchen as I hear voices – Jenny’s and a man’s – from the hallway. Liv comes back in with an icy can of lager. She cracks it open with a brief, foamy fizz and lifts my head so she can pour it down my throat. I didn’t realise how thirsty I was. Soon the can is gone, and I’m feeling light-headed and weirdly gratified. I roll onto my front, slip. She tugged her flimsy sun dress down to her waist as Dezzy lifted her torso to help, so it's basically a belt now, and continued to knead the lotion into her golden skin, massaging her at the same time. "Oh my god feels so good," she murmured, her lips barely forming the words, obviously relaxed from a mixture of touch and hangover. "I need to be thorough honey, this sun is a killer. You look like you're fixin’ to fall asleep out here." What was she suddenly a southerner herself, she wonders?. .."He pulled a sort of net of leather straps and fabric over my hands, around the bar and secured each one quite tightly to the other side of the cuffs so that my hands were secured to the bar, gripping the hand holds which I now could not release."Hey, no, wait a minute, don't... don't," I said in what, with hindsight, was a surprisingly calm voice."Sshh! Don't worry, sweetie. I'm only showing you. No need to panic."The man laughed gently, sounding quite reassuring despite my predicament. I. " Thorn said."So if he just ran him off the road, you have no physical evidence?" I asked."I'm afraid not. Just what the driver and the passenger saw," he said."So you interviewed the passenger?" I asked."No the deputy who investigated the accident talked to her." he said."And what did she say?" I asked."She said the same as her boy friend a gray BMW passed them at a high rate of speed and bumped them off the road." If the beemer bumped them there should be trace evidence," I said."He changed.