The little girl's name is Tonisha. Where had that come from?The earlier terror and chill transformed in a heartbeat into uncontrollable panic. David...'s heartbeat raced.There is no way that he could know this little girl's name. After all his name was . . . .?His eyes widened as far as the could without transcending the boundaries of their orbits. He tried to remember what his name was, but it was gone like so much dried leaves in the wind. The only name that was there was Leilani. He. I showed him where I wanted my line - both my bedroom and my office. I also showed him where to add the three extensions for the other phone line - one in the basement by the wet bar, one in the attic, and one in the sunroom. I figured those locations, plus the kitchen, were fine. He told me that the wiring in the house would support two more lines if someone else wanted their own phone.I left him to his work and headed back to the apartment. The movers had arrived and were carrying our. He seemed to guess my thoughts, since he whispered again:“Little bitch is shivering… she would be excited or scared of me?”I then heard the other guy was still there, watching the full action.“Poor bitch; she will know now why they call you “the Donkey”…”I sobbed, trying not to show my fear. I knew that a donkey has a very huge and thick cock; so I had no doubt this asshole was going to destroy my poor anus; no matter if my beloved Victor had trained it during so many time.All of the sudden I. Grif cut a spruce tree and they decorated it in the den of the main lodge at Walker Lake. It was rather plain compared to the elaborate artificial ones at the two restaurants and the Chena River Lodge. It was theirs however.Tara and Grif spent some time every couple of days ice fishing from the 8' x 8' shanty they pulled out on the lake with the snowmobiles. The twelve-inch auger quickly re-bored the holes in the three feet of ice, and two propane lanterns provided light, and a kerosene stove.