“Jean! This is our chance! We can leave and forget all about Jacque le Gris, Count Pierre and all of them! We can be happy!”“And how would we li...ve? I would lose all of my ancestral lands, my home, my fortune. We would have nothing!”“We would have each other and our son! We would be alive!”“And what of my honor?” Jean asked.“Fuck your honor, Jean,” Sir Robert declared, “and your pride! Look at you! You’re sick! You’re weak. Jacque le Gris is healthy, and he outsizes you greatly.”“I’ve fought. I've been set up! Honest!'Victoria looked at him and slowly shook her head. 'I'm probably being incredibly stupid, but I think I believe you. No one could be so dim-witted as to use their own name and address to set up a false identity.'A sigh of relief escaped his lips. 'Well, in that case, do you think you could take the handcuffs off me? I'm dying to go to the toilet.' Chapter 3 - BLACKMAIL'Do you mean to say you really were going to shoot me?'After Daniel had been released from the. "She clammed up until we had finished breakfast, then rang in and arranged for a colleague to take her tutorial. I didn't bother - I could more or less set my own hours.Eventually, we were sitting in the lounge with fresh coffees."Right, love. What's on your mind?", I asked."Remember where we met?" Yes, of course. Not very romantic. The cancer ward." Right. Both of our mothers dying with cervical cancer. Made quite a bond, didn't it?" Sue looked grim, as if speaking in a normal voice was an. Me: haan vaish. And I want you to use this authority. In a way you may not have yet imagined.Vaishali: what is that.Me: make her your sex slave. I want you to have lesbian relationship with her. And I want you to take her whenever you feel like.Vaishali: why.Me: I don’t know. Just for my sadistic pleasure.Vaishali: haah!. You said there are girls before me and there will be after me, that you have in your life. Who are they.Me: that I am not going to disclose to you darling. Just know that I.