"I've beeninvestigating your Mr. Doggie - it turns out he actually is aninvestigator with the Camberwel Insurance Company, just like he said.According... to his superior officer, Dogggie uses very unorthodox methodsto build a case against anyone who thinks they can commit insurance fraudand get away with it." Do you know where Mr. Doggie lives?" I asked."31 Clydesdale Avenue, Apartment 312!" he replied."That's the address I found in the phone book!" I replied. "Barney, I'llmeet you in front of. "What the hell", he mumbled, as Theresa said, "Well, good morning, beautiful". He looked at his wife in shock as she got out of bed and faced him. She had short cropped red hair parted to the right, and was wearing only a pair of men's boxer shorts, her breasts barely noticeable compared to her muscular chest sticking out (they looked smaller than usual). He began to get himself out of bed, but everything felt funny. His center of gravity seemed totally off. Tom felt his chest and was. I'll be waiting on the bed." See why what I mean by intrigued? This was always an ideal fantasy of mine. It's zero conversation, black canvas, no strings affair. After exchanging a few messages, to make sure he wasn't a complete psycho I got my stuff ready to head out. With instructions to find his room i head into the hotel. I find myself outside his door with my hand on the handle. My heart beats faster as I push the door open to a room filled only by the light of the tv and the bathroom. She saw Dommia cower, her pride long since taken from her. "I... I don't know. But I've served my sentence. You can't imagine what it's like, being here for so long. Hanging here, with nothing. With absolutely nothing." "Well guess what? I won't have to. Because I'm stuck in here with you now, probably forever." Valera picked up a flog. She'd never used one before, but she expected to have plenty of time to practice. Captain Bunt stood at attention. He hadn't.