‘We don’t need clothes, do we?’ he said. His suggestion fascinated and excited Carla. ‘Ah…I guess not,’ she responded. Carrying their clot...hes, they climbed out of the van and went quickly through the breezeway that connected the garage to the house. Inside, they fell into each other’s arms, giggling like teenagers who’d just gotten away with a prank. ‘This is crazy, you know that?’ Carla said, kissing Bert on the cheek. ‘Yeah, but you got to admit it’s fun,’ Bert replied. He squeezed one of her. They'll pocket this, and send you all on another ship bound for Calais." The man's smile disappeared as the truth set in."Bastards and we did all the work! We retrieved stolen goods from these French bastards, and we don't even get a share of it." The man babbled.Bartand smiled, a smile all knowing of the reality of the situation; one he had been in more times in the past than he could count on a single hand. As a sell sword he had been betrayed more times that he could count, both in battle. "Good, get into the bathroom, make yourself look good." It didn't matter, she was naturally beautiful, and the fear, that was what had me so horny I couldn't even stand it.The time seemed to pass so slow, I stared at the clock for about five minutes, but it felt like time was moving backwards. Finally I started cleaning up the place, I locked the phone in the end table, and hid away anything that my new pet could use to escape. I still had a lot of work before I could do the things I wanted to. She started buying me my clothes ("You can't go around looking like that."); changed my after shave (too tart), my underarm deodorant (too sweet), and my toothpaste ("You need this one, it has whiteners").Things got a bit sticky there for a while when she decided that we would trade in my pick up for a minivan. I put my foot down on that one and things were a bit frosty around the house for a few days. Why did I put up with all that shit? Because Debbie had the face of an angel, the body of a.