I popped a small ball gag into her mouth. It wasn’t enough to silence her if she wanted to be heard, but she understood I meant her to remain quiet....Then I released the locking pin and rotated the cross a hundred and eighty degrees, so her legs were up and her arms were down. I relocked the cross, and stepped back to see that, just as I’d planned, her skirt had flipped down, covering her upper body, and leaving her bare from the waist up to her toes. I smoothed out the skirt where it was bunched. A few days later I called Hank and suggested we meet at the neighborhood bar and knock down a few beers. I wired myself to record our conversation and met him the next day. We took a booth and ordered our beers then I told him I just needed someone to talk to because I had been feeling so low lately. I confessed to him that since my wife died six years ago I had not been with a woman and it was about to drive me crazy. He told me I needed a plan like he had. That his plan had allowed. They were hounds, it is true, but not foxhounds; the Emir's kennels contained the largest pack of pure-bred Irish Wolfhounds anywhere in the world. The chances of a fox against these pursuers would be slim indeed, but there were no foxes in Kobekistan. If our hypothetical Englishman were to follow the hunt until he caught a glimpse of the quarry, he would be even more surprised to see that it was over four feet at the shoulder, had little or no fur, except the great mane on its head, and used. "Do you have anyone else to call? Do you live alone?." Asked Shawn as his eyes traveled her athletic sexy body. "Erm yea well I'm actually not from here my family lives far away and I do live alone." Said Jade in a sad voice. Shawn's eyes lit up as an idea sprang to his head."Oh my. Mm you live alone. You do know that its dangerous staying alone? They could find you, you know. I think you should lay low here for now and tomorrow we can go to the police station. Jade looked up at Shawn confused.