" He shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands in puzzlement. "If you're furious with me I quite understand."Victoria looked at his distraught fac...e and restrained herself from flinging her arms round him to comfort him."No, Mark. Not furious. Just very, very disappointed. Until you rang, I thought I might have upset you but couldn't think why, unless my thank you kiss had been a bit too much for you. It never occurred to me that, knowing your usual efficiency, you could have forgotten.". I sighed heavily on seeing her and her people and then I spoke to her."Greetings Ingrid Olafsdatter," I said formally to the woman in her own tongue, "and my heartfelt regrets to you and your people for what has befallen them. My prayers go to your fallen." Spare your prayers, silver-tongued man," Ingrid growled back at me in the local dialect, "for they have died warrior deaths and have all gone to Valhalla. Instead tell me why I should not tell my people to slay you for what you have brought. "Finish up, shit sissy."He cleft it between his tongue and teeth, and not chewing, swallowed it whole. He swayed on his knees. His eyes rolled, and he felt nauseous, but just barely held it together. No whipping, no whipping."I wish you wouldn't have done that, sissyskank," he heard Mistress Red whisper. "Then I could have had some fun with you." He heard her click away."Good," Ms Orange said, as if nothing had happened or as if this happened everyday. "Now, exchange plugs, clean them and then. " A play might be nice," she answered. "I'm not much into loud, rock music but would be interested in some jazz or classical." OK," I said. "I'll check around to see what is coming up and you can do the same. We can touch base at school. Do you think next Friday is too soon, assuming we can find something we would both like to do?" Let me think about it," she responded. "I'll talk to you on Monday."By then we had reached her house. I got out, walked around the car, opened her door and extended.