‘Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?’ Oscar blinked again and nodded weakly. ‘That’s fine,’ the woman said, ‘you’ve had a nasty... shock and you will probably have a headache and nausea for a while.’ She placed a pale blue bucket on the side of the gurney and put her hand on his forehead. ‘You feel a little clammy too,’ she said. ‘If you have to throw up just do it in the bucket. We’ll take it away and clean it for you.’ She smiled then and Oscar tried to smile back but another wave of. I had never been fixated on hairiness, but his furriness was driving me wild.“I want you to throw me on your bed and flatten me like a pancake.”I am not sure where these words I uttered came from, but inexplicably they just fell from my lips.After a brief guffaw, he asked, “So you want to be my little pancake?”“Yes,” I replied.“Well, I like my pancakes with cinnamon,” he replied, before letting go of me and retrieving a small bottle of cinnamon off his spice rack.“Let’s go to the bedroom so. Merrill was seated behind the oak desk."Hi, Dr Marsh and esteemed visitors my name is Merrill, welcome - we've been expecting you" You have" spluttered Greta incredulous at the hospitality."Yes, and if you'd bothered to hoot, I would have gladly opened the gates for you" Merrill pointed happily at the large green button on the desk."This all seems pretty normal to me!" Blakey commented, Greta could only nod in silent agreement."Come on Merrill, cut the crap, since when is reception manned at 5. She gasped and her eyes shot to mine. ‘Very nice, my girl,’ I said, satisfied that even if this was not a first time she would be respond appropriately.. ‘You have no idea what I have in mind for you. The next few hours will be a delight to watch. It’s a pity however we will not see these eyes of yours widen and dilate as I tell you what to do.’ K handed me a blindfold. which I tied firmly around Laure’s eyes. ‘There – beautiful. Now you are ready.’ I walked over to K who was about to leave and.