Behind her, the woman in Elly's bed stretched with a contented sigh. Elly looked across at Angela Parsons and then at the telegram delivered the previ...ous evening that meant it was time to bring their short but mutually enjoyable relationship to a close.Angela had proved a far more engaging project than Strangways. The Wren had been happy to share her recent life. Elly suspected Strangways boss had encouraged her but she felt she'd had the better end of the bargain.Freddie would be pleased to. She tentatively explored this new world and ever ventured into fetish chartrooms where she mostly sat on the sidelines watching the various interactions. She placed the magazine on the counter. Her eyes feasted on the pictures. She read snippets. She found a quiz. “Are you a submissive, a slut or a slave? 50 questions to test your sexuality”. Why not she thought. See what the test made of the things which constantly swirled round her head. The fantasies which became more detailed the more she. ”“I wonder what the other gifts are?”“Illegal, that’s what I’m betting they are. May be guns, may be drugs, may be both ... but whatever they are, they’re illegal.”“When ... how are they supposed to arrive?”“Sometime in the next day or so ... arriving by boat.”“Am I right to be worried?”“Yeah, but don’t let it get out of hand. We’ll be there to help them with whatever Maxwell sends. Not to change the subject, but what did you think of how our boy handled Samantha?”“I figured her out the moment. Putting one small white hand on her curvy hips defiantly, she pointed at the door to the garage and barked, "Now!"I grumbled all the way to the car and brought in all the groceries, having to take three trips to do so. She bought so much stuff.When I got back, she was sitting in my place on the couch, reclining, talking to my friend Jon. My mom had always been very friendly to Jon, probably because as a rich white family, we didn't have a lot of black people in our personal lives.I hovered over.