Ok?’Shilpa nodded her head. Peter put his palm at her tail bone and pressurized it. Shilpa felt a little but as Peter released with a jerk and in se...conds she felt great.‘Is it ok? Can I do more?’Shilpa gruffed, ‘Yeah.’Peter again pressed and counted, ‘1,2,3,4…’ and released. He did it 4-5 times and Shilpa appreciated. Every jerk made her gruff more with pressure with awkward sounds. She felt a little embarrassed but it was a great trick.‘Feels good ?’‘Wow, I enjoyed it. ‘‘Impressive, no lady. ‘Stop…stop…’ She shut her eyes again, shaking her head. ‘Who are you? Who are you REALLY? And why am I tied up?’ Panic began to wash over her and her hands balled into fists, and her skin growing hot as she felt the anxiety welling up inside her. ‘It’s for your own safety. To keep you safe.’ The figure started to walk around to her other side, stopping at her feet. ‘Besides…we wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you…’ They leaned into the light, smiling. It wasn’t Idris, but they had Idris’. Those flying enemy flags may then be sunk after sufficient provision has been made for the safety of civilian passengers." And what if they choose not to stop?" They may be sunk without further warning." That piece about 'safety of the ship', Otto?" Commanders are reminded not to expose their vessels to unnecessary risks in offensive actions." That's the nub of it, Otto. That is the carte blanche. How do we judge 'unnecessary risks?' War involves risk, unnecessary or otherwise. It is bullshit!. It was roses. The old man smelled like roses. But how could it be? ‘I came out to The Pit.’ Mark explained. ‘Ahh… yes… The Pit,’ the old man sighed, sounding weary ‘every year on this night I see people just like you — young men mostly — throwing their love away into The Pit.’ Mark gave a puzzled look. ‘Do you honestly think that will make things better?’ he asked Mark. Mark shrugged. ‘A friend of mine told me that’s what I should do.’ ‘Yes. I see,’ the old man said ‘so, that box… you have all.