?Then bring her to my bed unshackled? All three of you? Naked.? Stepping away, the men following, he allows the women to attend to Amy still sprawled... across the cushion. Watching and waiting for the men leaving toward a side door, the robed women lift Amy by her arms still cuffed behind her; guide her between them as she gingerly walks barefooted. Her legs bowed, her buttocks thrust back as her breasts hang forward from her arched torso, gently dangling as she shuffles toward the back. "Oh goody!" she chirped. "I've never been in a detective's house." Your home, girl." he corrected."But I'm in protective custody!" she pouted. "In the movies the detective always takes the girl in protective custody to a nice hotel, or to his house to keep her safe." Believe me Val, if I took you to my house, safe is the last thing you'd be." Mmmmm sounds interesting." she purred. "I've never done that with a detective either." Girl, you're killing me." he said, fiddling with the keys.Suddenly. " Well..." she said and he hoped she was weakening."And Shania as well." No!" Once more she bridled."Won't you at least ask her?" Have you been talking to her?" Once again the suspicion. He was getting tired of it."Claire," he said rather sharply. "I keep my word. The children are yours. Your older daughter has, like you, been abused. I'm suggesting she swears an affidavit so that you have more ammunition if your husband tries to take the children or to have unsupervised visiting rights." Will. During this time we also moved from my flat in London, more due to the children of our neighbours noticing that we didn’t change as opposed to the neighbours themselves. This was the beginning of a pattern where every ten years or so we’d sell up and move, something Morgana and Arch now insisted upon as the age of information as well as terrorism was now upon us.In the mundane world, the fall of the Soviet Empire instead of bringing about an era of world peace, brought about new dangers as well.