And, finally, what's our email address?" Des nodded a lot."You're hollister, I'm des, and Shirl's shirl at csiro.uwa.au." He went back to the other of...fice."Hi, Janice? Sorry. Yes, Des can handle the templates. Our addresses are des, hollister and shirl; all at csiro.uwa.au ... Yeah, he made it easy. OK. Have a good holiday. Bye." Des!" Janice will be emailing templates for letterhead and business cards. Tomorrow's a holiday, but please make the cards your priority on Thursday." Sure thing. And. Despite the pain of the joint locks that her friend was applying to her, she was becoming aroused by the thought of being with this man. When he did the same for her, she knew that she must seem like a silly girl, smiling up at him when he touched her hand, shivering when he put his hand on her hip to give her better leverage. The goose-flesh that raised on her arms was, she thought, a dead giveaway to him that she wanted him in the worst way. * McNally loved working with all of his students,. She would need blood. She considered tomato ketchup, but no, if she was to destroy The Knife in order to get the ultimate pics of it thrust into her belly it would need to be real blood. The butchers? No, what would she say she wanted it for, making black pudding wasn't blood used for that? Too much chance of being asked questions she would be embarrassed to answer, anyway The Knife deserved a real victim before she ruined it forever. Then she remembered the pet rabbit the couple two doors up. She should be glad that she was in a bed. She thought of her first three lovers. They had screwed her in their cars. Two back seats, one front seat. In and out. Slam, bam, indeed. No, not a thank you. None had called her again. Neither did her fourth lover, who had her on a couch. They were all just trying to get in her pants as quickly as possible, wherever they could. And when she had let them, their mission was done. She was history to them.Her mind came back to the present momentarily as.