“Raise your arms!” comesthe command, and she, as always, obeys. Master’sfingertips return to under her arms, and he begins adeliciou...s touch of her skin. “Control yourself, wench,” he says, and even though ittickles, the slave uses all of her concentration to holdher arms up, and keeps from laughing, although themuffled giggle is inevitable, and she thinks He likesthat.The tormenting stops and He allows that she may lowerher arms. She feels His fingertips return to. She was wearing strappy “Fuck me” heels and was dancing with a couple of her girlfriends who were also beautiful but in a less exotic way. I called Stan over.“That one. The one in the backless blue dress with the black hair. Please invite her up”He glanced at my screen. I had focused the camera on her so he could easily identify her.“Please offer her a bottle of our best champagne with my compliments.”He nodded, and left without a word. I watched on my screen. He approached her and said. Phil parked the car and looked at the cellphone curiously. "Oh. Okay.One of those cellular phones? That belonged to the lady that owns thiscar?"Kelly nodded. "Yeah, Andie. She's...gonna be my aunt? My mom, is gonnamarry her brother?"Phil's face didn't show the--pain? dismay?--confusion that statementcaused. Kelly hiccuped and winced. "Those are getting pretty bad," Philobserved. "Shall I scare you?"Considering everything that had happened in the last five minutes, thebizarre offer almost caused. Too many miles, too many years, separated them.After dinner, over balloons of Cognac, a pleasant blaze in their living room fireplace, Phillip asked, “Why diamonds?”The Montgomerys knew about Dixie Wexler, about his taking me captive. The rescue, his escape from the FBI. And Phillip and Rebecca certainly understood why I was trying to track him down.I said, “It’s mostly just rumor at this point. But it’s pretty well sourced. Wexler has been sort of a ... roving ambassador for.