I alsosplurged on the latest, thinnest notebook computer with wireless Internetaccess.When I got back into my taxi, I called Jacques' mobile number to... try outmy new phone. I got his voice mail and left this message: "BonjourJacques, je vous manque! Appelez-vous quand vous pouvez. Je t'aime,Madeline." Despite six months of self-instruction in Provence, myBerlitz French was still pitiful, but hopefully any prying ears wouldmistake Madeline for just the latest of Jacques' many mistresses. I. "I took off Friday afternoon. Randy had nothing to say other than, "Sure thing, Charlie." I had my hair and nails done and bought a new dress. It was silver grey, silk, with a deep decolletage. It was slightly longer than a minidress at mid thigh and clung to my figure in all the right places. It was totally backless, being held up by a single tie behind my neck. I had to ballance tying it low enough to cover my ass but high enough to cover my bust no matter how I moved. It was a delicate. Nelson, then at Anya. "Not yet, child." She looked back at the poor man. "Run to the concession stand and get something for him to drink. Juice would probably be best."As Anya left, the old woman began rubbing his arm gently. "Don't be afraid," she said soothingly. "I'm not going to hurt you."**********The old man sat quietly on the couch, staring unseeingly at Anya and the old woman. His face seemed a lot more peaceful than when Anya had first spotted him; she attributed that to her. M. Right about now Mari & Deandre would be on the sofa, watching TV. I could have been with them, safe and secure in my own home, instead here I was, hanging naked from a pipe in a dirty cold prison, about to get a brutal beating from the man who now owned me. Then he hit me, across the backs of my thighs. If my mouth hadn't been taped my screams would have been heard out on the street. I don't think I have ever felt that much pain. I was screaming through my gag, and writhing in naked agony as.