”“I think I know what we’ve both lost.”Carrie frowned as she asked, “What?”Paul was not trying to be clever when he said, “I think you�...�ll only find out when you’ve gone.”‘Peter Sarstedt’s voice replaced Ella’s as he sang, ‘Where do you go to, my lovely.’Paul shook his head. Ironic that Alexa chose that song. He could see where it might lead them. But Carrie had picked up her small case and opened the door, “I’ll get the rest of my things later. Goodbye, Paul.”Sarstedt hit the line in which he. I think I will leave the plug in until after I whip your tits." She whimpers and clenches her teeth. He owns her. This is his slut. And he can do what he wants, anytime he wants. She is his personal fuck toy and he loves it.He loves escalating her pain. She is a masochist at heart."Please let me draw another card. I am going to explode, Master." He draws the next card in the deck and smiles a wicked grin. "Oh, another painful task. Well, painful for you that is." And he reads the. They’re permitted to lie about that.”I nodded, “I know, but the FBI and I have a nice working arrangement which Jamie helped set up during the whole Lisa Glass thing.”“Just be careful about what you say to them.”“I will. What do you think about the conversation we just had?”“That if I were a police detective, I’d like you for being involved because Littleton had targeted you. It makes sense. They’ll run down all the leads, run you through NCIC, and see if they can find anything they can use to. . whatever you like..."There was near silence for a while as they ate."But if I may say so," Trudy paused, "there was a lot of emotion in your music, but not much happiness." No ... you're right. Which is why I'm here and not in ... Winchester I think was next on the list." Ice cream?" Yes, please." It's just vanilla, I'm afraid." That's fine, thanks."When they'd finished their ice-cream and were sipping coffee, Trudy asked; "Would you play for me, Chrissie?" Why, yes, of course. Piano, guitar,.