After reminding Master Richard of the limits I had set, and receiving his assurance all would be as agreed, I made my way to the Dungeon, bowl in hand....My plaything was kneeling in her proper place, her posture perfect, the look from last night still reflected in her eyes. As I took my place in the chair opposite the cell, the door lock clicked, my plaything opening it to crawl forward until she was again kneeling, this time at my feet. "Good morning, Mistress." Her voice soft, sure of her words. It keeps repeating “I’m a Glasgow Budgie and I’m as hard as nails”After a week the man gets so fed up he buys a kestrel.He put’s it in the cage beside the budgie and says“Let’s see how hard you are now”Next morning the kestrel is dead, budgie saysI’m a Glasgow Budgie and I’m as hard as nailsSo the man buys a buzzard and puts it in the cage.Next morning the buzzard is dead and the budgie saysI’m a Glasgow Budgie and I’m as hard as nails“Right, then” says the man, goes and buys a golden eagle and. The door was slowly creaking open."Miri?" Misty inquired, once again struck by a sense of d≠j... vu she couldn't place as she opened her eyes partway and smiled as Miranda stood before her with a tray."I thought you might be hungry," her lover explained, and Misty almost laughed when she caught sight of what Miranda was wearing."Hey," she teased, sitting up and moving a pillow to support herself, "Isn't that-?" The blouse your sister gave me?" Miranda finished Mirthfully, glancing down at. " They did that to you, didn't they." They started to," she said. Her face crumpled slightly. The phone rang, and the mask slipped into place. She was a Southern Woman. She would not give her enemies the slightest comfort from her pain."That was the Construct," she said when she hung up. "They're trying to link up with wherever Suzanne is. Apparently there are some security protocols that are slowing them down."She'd put down the phone. Now she started crying. I tried to comfort her, but she.