Presentation
“I’ll give you a run for your money….darling,” he said, as he carried the football. “So will I….darling,” she replied, flexing her fingers firmly….PEEP, went the whistle, and they were off. He ran like a frightened rabbit, in fear of his balls, but he was aware she would easily outrun him. “NACCARIM….NACCARIM,” he heard Lady Delia Brusch’s dulcet tones. Sure enough, within a few feet of the assembled company, his gonads were grabbed and he felt himself falling forwards. He landed painfully on the grass with The Green Goddess on top of him, and clutching his crotch. “UGHHH….UGHHH….BEEP BEEP,” he gasped, before she stood slowly.
“Ordinarily, I’d have passed the ball to one of my team, Mesdames and Sirs,” she said, “but might I demonstrate a Convulsion?” NO….he thought desperately, however he was evidently outvoted by six to one. “Look lively, Shagger,” said Have A Thrash, “turn over at once, with your legs spread….” he duly did so, and the football was placed into position….THUNKK “….Ohh,” he gasped as it sailed away, “….bravo….I’m sure it would have scored. Go and fetch it, Shagger….double quick.” He hurried away, however he was already winded. “Huhh….huhh,” he huffed as he returned and handed it over to Ruby Whacks. “You’re out of condition, Shagger,” she said with a sniff. “Which is exactly as I’ve been telling him for almost two years,” said Ava Frasch, wryly, “and hardly helped by chronic cheating during his last two cross-country runs.”
There were several sniggers. “How?” asked her new-found cousin. “By cutting the course, and arranging for motorized transport,” she replied. “I hope he was properly punished for such sin, Ava,” she said. “Most certainly, Ruby,” was the reply, “he was swished soundly….” she paused, “….anyway, we’re just about done, unless anyone wishes to witness the whacks….” there were five neat nods, “….so we’ll say the final score was two points to six, with the Studs’n’Sluts winners….” thanks a bunch, “….take the tawse, Shirley, and give him what-for….” she sniggered softly, “….which may make a change from what-ho….” indeed so, as he formed the angle with his legs spread, “….since there’s so many bottoms to beat, we usually operate the system of Rapid Responses….does St Bodlians use them at all?”
The Headmaster nodded. “Yes,” he replied, “when beating bad boys over the Block. It is the birch for those in the lower 6th form, with the cane for younger years. We have what we call Felon Flogging Fridays at five, which are applied after three Detentions have been reached….the dose of discipline increasing after each multiple. They are public punishments, taken on stage in the assembly hall, and offer an appreciative audience….” he smiled, “….we also have a branch of the BBC….” the British Birching Club, and nothing to do with broadcasting, “….an out-of-hours school society, for those prefects who always enjoyed some sound swishing.” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK….” OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW,” he gasped in pure pain. “Is it another three for the Thrill Of A Thrashing?” asked Ruby Whacks, and belatedly he recalled how she’d said HER school.
He’d automatically assumed it to be the one she’d attended, not where she worked. “No….” replied Have A Thrash, and he saw some faces fall, “….it’s a tap taken to the testicles with the tawse….” now there were several smiles, “….there’s no doubt he’s been Bothered By Beating….as WE say at St Sticks.” Crackk “….UGHHH,” he moaned in a haze of pain. Slowly, he straightened up, and so did his shaft with another salute. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, as Shirley Greene assumed the Position…. CRACKK “….OWW….” CRACKK “….OWW….” she gasped. “Do you have naughty nipples?” asked the Headmaster. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, “I’m guilty….so it’s a tap to the twat….” Crackk “….UGHHH,” she added.
“I am very impressed with this game,” he said, “and it is certainly something we would wish to seriously consider taking on board. As you may imagine, we are somewhat in the shadow of the far more famous scholastic institution just down the road….” Rugby School, “….and Naccarim would enable us to make our mark rather more….” he smiled, “….even though we are somewhat stricter with swishing. But when we are up and running….so to speak….” was there no end to this wit? “….maybe there might be some scope for inter-school challenge matches? Does St Templars play too….?”
Ava Frasch nodded, “….then we have the seeds sown for the start of a league. St Bowlers could play each school, and then the two winners have a final….” he paused, and pursed his lips, “….I was also most interested in the impromptu demonstration of derrière discipline….” one of the original grandiloquisms, imparted by no lesser personage than Kenneth Grahame himself in his children’s classic, The Wind In The Willows, meaning on the spur of the moment, “….since we are expecting our first intake of deviant damsels in the Autumn….” he’d said as such at 3am, “….although we still have to decide upon whether they should wear bowler hats, the same as the studs.”
Abruptly, he recalled Lady Delia Brusch once stating these same sentiments. But perhaps now was his chance for some modest retribution? “Might I suggest Shirley tries one out for size, Sir,” he opined, “together with some beating and birching over the Block. Surely some practice with punishing a pretty posterior wouldn’t go amiss?” The Headmaster smiled sweetly. “You must have read my mind, Shagger,” he replied, even as The Green Goddess shrugged. “I know when I’m beaten, Sir,” she muttered, “or about to be. But I can be a wanton wicked wench which wants the whacks, when my small submissive side seeks some stimulation.”
Very droll. “Were there any questions before we go?” asked Have A Thrash. “Just one,” replied Ruby Whacks, “we didn’t see a Free Kick….” Oops, “….might I oblige?” Oh, dear….so he hadn’t got away with it after all? “Surely,” her cousin replied, “Shagger….stand in the Position For Pain. This is another item we’ve taken from St Templars….in addition to their tawse.” Or as St Templare: A Hyſtorye less politely put it, St Sticks had stolen everything in sight, from shirts and shorts to sheets. He spread his legs again, bent both knees, and leaned backwards slightly….WHUMPP “….URGHHH,” he moaned, keeling forward and cupping his crotch.
“I also have a Birching Block in my Flat,” said Dr Wilberforce Throgmorton, “so perhaps Shirley and I might adjourn there for, say an hour? I also have a fine collection of etchings, of which she might be interested?” Really? “I also would wish to discuss a few things with Sir Digby,” said Lady Delia Brusch, “and since I live in London, the school has provided me with a fine Flat.” It was probably free, too. “Which leaves only us,” said Rhiwbina Wackel, “I suggest Ava and Shagger accompany me to MY Flat?” Might it be a Bi-some threesome? “Excellent,” said Sir Digby, “if the St Sticks contingent could kindly meet back at the car park afterwards.”
The Governor and Governess held hands, and headed away towards the school buildings. They were followed by Shirley Greene, who had her arm around The Headmaster’s waist. “Shape up, Shagger,” said Ava Frasch, “it looks like you may be in luck after all.” She and her cousin ducked under his shoulders. “Uhhh….uhhh,” he moaned with each step, frogmarched with the assistance of two fetching floozies. “I hope we won’t keep you from your work, Ruby?” she asked. “No, Ava….” she replied, continuing to talk across him, “….fortunately I’m free for lessons 1 and 2 on a Monday.”
The others had already all moved on way ahead by the time they reached the car park again. Alfred Heath saluted at his seat as they passed the Roller, presumably having already been briefed by his employer about the likely timescale involved? Then they continued towards a large unmarked outbuilding, several storeys high. “This houses the Staff studies and Flats,” she said, “and fortunately I’m on the ground floor.” Good….since it would mean not managing any steps. “You don’t think ill of me for my….well, extra-curricular activities, cousin?” she asked, slightly shyly it seemed as they pushed open some double doors. “Not at all,” Ava Frasch replied, “since I did something similar for many years. As this bad boy knows, I ran a dry-cleaning business in Letchhampton’s HIGH STREET….with a similarly slightly suspect sideline as a semi-professional prostitute and Dominatrix. Tell her my trading title, Shagger.”
He took a deep breath, “Huhh….it was Hot Stuff….huhh….Ma’am,” he huffed, “as indeed you were….huhh….and are….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he added, as they continued along a gloomy corridor. “Were all those confessions yesterday evening about Panty Pervert Pete for real, Shagger?” asked Ruby Whacks. “Huhh….no, Ma’am,” he replied, “they’re mostly taken from a distant dream….huhh….although Peter Purvis has become one of my role-play personas….huhh….I’ve acted him out on several occasions….huhh….but it’s been completely consensual….” of sorts, “….the same with the telephone calls….huhh….which are only by prior arrangement.” Finally, they reached their destination.
Rhiwbina Wackel
He noted there were no Latin logos as she kicked open the door. “Now you understand why I only do outcalls,” she said wryly as they stepped inside, “since otherwise it could lead to difficulties….” too true, “….I left Shagger on the edge last night, for Shirley to screw subsequently….but did you do the same this morning? I only ask, since with all his schoolboy salutes, he’s been parading a pulsing penis like a peacock.” He could see all manner of bondage hardware, exactly as might have expected. “Can we have him against a wall, Ruby….?” she asked in reply, as they raised his arms.
“Ohh….ohh….” he moaned as his wrists were shackled, and he hung limply….all apart from the aforementioned straining shaft, “….but yes, since it was a time of Teasing and Denial, with testicular torments whilst I satisfied myself on an electromechanical fucking machine. What weight did you suffer, Shagger?” she asked, as she ironed his ankles with his legs apart. “Please, Ma’am,” he muttered, “it was….huff….8oz.” There were two separate sniggers. “So it had best be 12oz this time….” she said, “NO,” he moaned, “….fine,1lb. Was there anything else you wanted to say?”
He smiled wanly, with the swishees’ smirk. “Ohh….AHH….HEEE…AYEEEEE,” he gasped as each 4oz weight was hung in turn onto the NACCATAPE. “Always assuming we’re now firm friends, Ruby,” she continued, “perhaps we might indulge in erotic entertainment?” There was another neat nod, as they shed their crimson-coloured hot pants, folding them to the floor. Needless to say, neither had been wearing naughty knickers. Then they adopted the sixdy nine Position, as so many favourite and firm female friends were wont to do. It was also a twin thing, and Sisters too, since his Missus and Miffy Smiffy were the same. “Uhhh….uhhh….uhhh,” they both moaned together with what must almost amount to self-stimulation, whilst writhing around in obvious ecstasy.
“Sometimes I agree with Shagger’s deep-seated desire….UHHH….to be an exhibitionist,” moaned Have A Thrash. “Yes, Ava….UHHH,” agreed her cousin, “it’s always better with an appreciative audience….UHHH….especially when it’s a mere male which can look and Lech Longingly Like A Loser….UHHH….but not touch twat.” Dammit….this was more denial. Hopefully though, they’d hump him hard when they’d had their fun? “UHHH….YESS….” moaned Ava Frasch, “….UHHH….YESS,” echoed Rhiwbina Wackel.
Time always stretched interminably, when one had a scrotum in a similar state. According to the wall clock, over half an hour had elapsed before they were finally finished. “Could you successfully screw us both, Shagger?” asked Have A Thrash as they each stood, shakily. “Yes, Mesdames,” he muttered, “I can cope with copulation of two consecutive cunts….” SLAPP “….arrogant bastard,” she said mildly, “but I was hoping we could count on you….” so he was nocent….guilty, and another good grandiloquism, or not innocent? “….we’d best sort out some suitable Sex Thrashings. My cunt currency’s Six For Sex….what’s yours?” A mild and bitter, he thought wittily, with its allusion to alcohol.
“Mine too,” replied Ruby Whacks so it should be a dozen due….” Ouch, “….the BBC meets here on occasion, so he can take them over the Block. But since it seems he’s had several sessions of T&D….and taken six taps of the tawse, shall we say half has already happened?” Ava Frasch nodded, so at least his punishment on the playing field had been put to some good use. “Ohh….ohh,” he added as the shackles and irons were released. Slightly unsteadily, he padded across the room, still under testicular torment, and knelt on the first step.
“Get all the way over, Shagger,” she ordered, “elbows on the floor, with your neat little bottom, arse in the air….” another dollar, “….I’ll apply mine staccato style….” oo..er, yes MA’AM, “….me too,” added her cousin, “and no cumming….or your testicles will be in REAL trouble.” He didn’t doubt it, but the problem would be to comply. “You may as well have a bowler hat too, Shagger,” she said, placing one squarely on his head. At least he’d now look the part of the punished pupil.
SWISHHCRACKKK SWISHHCRACKKK SWISHHCRACKKK
“YEEE..HEEE..EEEE….” he yelped, with the required response, “….WHACKO! MA’AM.” Facing towards the Block was a large camera on a tripod. This too was quite normal, since it was customary to capture BBC birchings on AV Record. Then they could be sent away to the archive, and for the National Newsletter. Really choice birched bottoms could then be given wider….well, exposure. Patiently, he waited whilst they changed places.
SWISHHCRACKKK SWISHHCRACKKK SWISHHCRACKKK “YEEE..EEEE..HEEE….WHACKO! MA’AM,” he yelped. Hell….how it hurt, but it was also unbelievably erotic. Much more, and he might have spunked, as she’d said. “Turn over and around,” ordered Ruby Whacks, “with your elbows propped up on the step, and we’ll screw you in the Superior style. You can take tongue to twat too, and please the other pussy during your perverted penile pleasure….Peter. Who’s first to fuck, Ava?” The other took out a coin, as he bent backwards over the bench. “AYEEEEE,” he shouted as the lead weights slipped off the edge, and his scrotum was suddenly stretched.
“Heads or Tools, Ruby,” she said without sympathy, “which is nothing if not absolutely apt….?” Very fucking funny. “Tools,” she replied as the bowler hat slipped off, “….Ruby’s right, so start licking where I like it.” She stood astride his head, and hauled hard on his hair. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHH….” she moaned as he duly diddled her and delved deep. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as he felt a fancy sliding slowly down his straining shaft. “I….UHHH….said I’d screw you soon, Shagger….UHHH,” moaned Ruby Whacks, “although I honestly didn’t expect to have my wicked way with your willy quite so quickly….UHHH….anyway it must be miles better….UHHH….than wanking wor….UHHH….lessly….yes….YESS….YESS.”
Excellent….and now to climax the other teacher, hopefully before he came himself? He redoubled his efforts, and sucked her clit quickly into his mouth. “UHHH….YESS….YESS,” she gasped. Then Rhiwbina Wackel was at him again. “UHHH….MA’AM,” he moaned, as Ava Frasch shifted position, and squeezed his neck with her legs with some slight strangulation….what a way to go? Hadn’t it been Xenia Onnatop, one of James Bond’s foremost femme fatales, who’d enjoyed despatching dudes in this manner? Certainly in her case she was a femme fatal….what wit? “UHHH….MA’AM….UHHHKK,” he gasped, “I’m spunking….yes….YESS….YESS.” Then there was no more.
SLAPP “….Oww,” he gasped. “I fear you fainted, Shagger,” said Have A Thrash, “but fortunately only for a few minutes….” she paused, “….you seem to be ready for your second instalment.” He nodded weakly. “Yes, Ma’am,” he muttered, still slightly light-headed, “the testicular torment does tend to keep my erection on the boil, and so does the Snuff Stuff. It was absolutely….well, out of this world, and I’d be highly happy to have Miss Ruby try HER hand as Famke Janssen.”
The ancient Actress who’d played the part, and once more they moved into place. “UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned as a second similar slit slithered along his shaft. “UHHH….UHHH….SHAGGUHHHH,” she moaned as she too humped him hard, “I hope you’ll be attending Summer School in the holidays….” very likely, “….but if not, I’ll still screw you when I visit your philandering father next time at your home….” just as well his parents were in an open-marriage, “….UHHH….YESS….YESS….YESS.”
Then Rhiwbina Wackel stood astride him, and with her legs firmly around his neck. “I’ll take some tongue too, Shagger,” she said, “let’s see if you can cum me before you spunk a second time….or faint again.” She stared down into his eyes, and already he could feel his face reddening. “UHHH….UHHH,” she moaned as he licked her labial lips, his tongue lolling out of its own accord. Then he felt the friction from the fuck as his fancy was humped hard all over again. “UHHH….UHHH….UHHHKK….UHHHKK….I’m spurting....YESS.” Then there was no more.
He awoke to discover he was being dragged between them along the corridor, somehow whilst wearing his bowler hat again. “Ohh,” he gasped, as he attempted to start walking. “Glad you’re back with us again, Shagger,” said Ruby Whacks. “No sodding stamina,” growled Have A Thrash, “which is the problem with most mere males nowadays. I enjoyed my time on the fucking machine this morning, since it’ll continue competently cumming my cunt for as long as I wish.” They reached the double doors, and he blinked in the sudden sunlight.
As they approached the Rolls Royce, he could see The Headmaster and Shirley Greene in a passionate embrace. She too was wearing a crimson-coloured bowler hat, which appeared to answer the earlier question by acclamation. “Now Sir’s here,” said the chauffeur, “I’ve a message from Lady Delia Brusch. It seems Sir Digby will be staying overnight at St Bodlians….” he coughed discretely, “….I believe it may be something to do with him being a sex slave….” Oops, “….I’m instructed to take you all back to St Sticks, and then collect him tomorrow afternoon. It seems I shall be staying at The Boot Inn again….” Rhiwbina Wackel licked her lips, “….just in case anyone needs to know.”
Clearly, he’d indecent designs on Rugby Ruby for a second sex session. Then they all shook hands, variously. “Thank you for the Presentation, Ms Thrash….err….Frasch,” said The Headmaster, “I hope to meet you again, during a Naccarim challenge match in the autumn. As for Shagger and The Green Goddess….” he winked once, “….should either of you be passing through Rugby again and fancy some flogging….” and fucking, in her case, “….please feel free to call. Meantime, please keep the hats as mementos. But au revoir for the moment.” They all reciprocated as Alfred Heath held the door open, and the two lovely Ladies boarded.
Then he padded forward. “Perhaps some suitable smacks, Sir?” he suggested, bending forward slightly, “as souvenirs of my seat?” SMACKK “….Oww….” SMACKK “….Oww,” he gasped. Then he stepped inside, and the door was closed behind him. “Ahhh,” he gasped as he sat down, and was reminded of his raw rear. The chauffeur took the driver’s seat, the engine started, and the car moved forward. They all waved until they’d crossed the car park, and were away along the tree-lined avenue. He unzipped his overnight bag and carefully stowed his souvenir, whilst The Green Goddess did the same.
“Which went well,” said Ava Frasch, “I think we can safely say we’ve successfully signed up the school….” she grinned, “….which won’t do me any harm, since I’m on commission with Sex Spikes Ltd for the sale of GIM uniform….” somehow he wasn’t surprised, “….I discovered I have a gift for coercion and correction in commerce.” So she’d probably done some sort of dirty deal which involved discipline? “How did you fare….darling?” he asked of The Green Goddess as they pulled out onto the public highway. This would presumably feed them onto the A1269 trunk road, as indeed they’d used for part of the outwards journey?
“Thanks to you….darling….” she replied with obvious feeling, and squirming slightly in her seat, “….I suffered some substantial, and VERY slow swishing as the Apocryphal Schoolgirl, since he wanted to savour every sodding stroke. It was with both beating and birching by the big bastard over the Block, for punishment practice with a pretty posterior, as you’d so kindly offered. It was two dozen in all, and my seat’s still sore. However I was eventually able to turn the tables when I suggested some screwing. He wasn’t desperately desirous of derrière discipline, however his dick made the decision. So we changed places, and I applied a nasty nine cuts with the cane, in accordance with my cunt currency. He made his first mistake when he failed to offer complete contrition at the close. I told him it would be three more whacks as a reminder, and Repeated Rattan. His BIG mistake was to call me a Bitch, at which point I said it would be back to the very beginning with the birch….” she paused, “….with six extras for various Vulgarities along the way. So I gave as much as I got, and then we screwed solidly….” he interrupted her, “….with eight inches of erotic enjoyment?”
She pursed her lips. “How did you know….darling?” she asked. “It’s because he caned me competently and comprehensively at about half past three this morning in Reception,” he confirmed, “as he has something going with Tallulah.” Ava Frasch grinned. “I’d wondered about his cryptic comment,” she said, “about almost knowing your neat little bottom already.” So another dollar.
“What about Digger?” he asked, “did you put in your request?” She nodded. “He awoke shackled and spread-eagled to the bed,” she replied, “then I engaged in a time of terrible tool teasing, at which you know I’m an expert….” he shivered slightly in fond memory, “….followed by fun fellatio. It’s not normally my cup of tea, but needs must, and I edged him up to instant insanity for almost an hour. I’ll tell you how it panned out.”
“UHHH….UHHH,” he moaned, “for fuck’s sake let me spunk….UHHH….I can’t take any more tool teasing.” She smiled. “Don’t be a silly boy,” she said, licking her lips, “we’ve hardly even started….” there was a moan of despair, “….although we’ve been having such fun, perhaps you might like some souvenir shots of the session….?” he struggled strongly against the shackles, which as always achieved nothing….FLASHH “….NO….” FLASHH “….NO,” he gasped in horror, “….pretty pictures for the Camera Club….although I’ll be generous, and won’t make it The News of the Screws….” as the national newspaper was naughtily known, since it should have been World,
“….and it’ll be interesting when room service arrives with our breakfast. If you’re an incorrigible exhibitionist, you won’t mind exposing yourself in bed bondage to the Maid….but if not, it’ll be horrendous humiliation….” FLASHH, “….perhaps the former, since your shaft’s still straining.” He shrugged, as well as anyone can do whilst shackled securely. “Can we do a deal….despicable and dastardly deviant damsel?” he suggested, “ask anything at all….within reason.” She smiled, since this should be simpler than she’d expected. “Yes,” she said, “it’s all very simple and civilized. Last night, Shagger agreed to me becoming part of a ménage-a-cinq in the autumn….”
“This gets worse,” said Have A Thrash, “I was aware about your ménage-a-trois, but when did it become four….let alone five?” He smiled. “With the third Smith in our year, Ma’am,” he replied, “and only a few days ago. But I’m really only following in the footsteps of Our Man Flint, who had a harem of four permanent playmates.” She sniffed. “I recall watching it on AV Record,” she said sourly, “a seriously sexist swinging sixties spy spoof. I rather recall the Bimbos being brainwashed, and reduced to the ranks of penile Pleasure Units for the Reward Room. But James Coburn, who played the part of Derek Flint, was something else again….” she giggled girlishly, “….I could really go for him….the super-stud secret agent.” So Quod Erat Demonstrandum….or Thus It Has Been Proved?
“….and so I want a place at the University of Lancashire. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet applied….” she paused, “….needless to say, I’m more than happy to offer the Chancellor any amount of free fucking facilities. It would be the same sorts of sordid sex and spanking sessions as my three personable prefect peers. I understand there’s a nearby No Tell hotel called The Tell-Tale Tit, where you can take all four twats together if you wish.” He licked his lips.
“Consider it done,” he said, “so long as you obtain three grade E’s. You can take any course of your choice….” the power of the establishment was unbelievable….just wave a magic wand? “….I’ll ask Susie Sweet for your confidential school records….” all right, he WAS a Governor, “….and then have Jet Stream post the offer to your home address next week….” he paused, “….do we have a deal….?” she nodded, “….then for fuck’s sake either screw or spunk me. I’ve been on the edge forever, and I can’t think of anything apart from your lovely light and lithe body lying between my legs.” This time it was the power of pussy.
“So I screwed him soundly and successfully,” she said, “and we’d finished fucking by the time breakfast arrived. But to my slight surprise, he wasn’t a Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am, man, since he spent another quarter of an hour afterwards with cunnilingus. He comprehensively cummed my cute cunt, before we both showered….together. Then I dressed in my GIM uniform, before we went downstairs and met Ava at Reception.” Already, he was beginning to feel drowsy after all his exertions. “I want to know what happened between Shagger and Digger in the car park….” said the teacher, “….so do I….darling,” added The Green Goddess.
“It was essentially as he said yesterday,” he replied disarmingly, “with some sound spanking. Though afterwards he put me into the Backbreaker Submission Position, when I took the terrible testicle twist….” he shrugged, “….if you wish, you can tell each other about your sessions with me. I’m nodding off, since I didn’t sleep a lot latterly last night. It was no thanks to Ava, for sentencing me to the Slave Cage beneath the bed….and also for an hour of AHH whilst she screwed herself senseless on the fucking machine.”
He stared at her, however she smiled sweetly. “I expect you enjoyed every minute of it….darling,” said Shirley Greene, “but I’ll tell her all about OUR sexploits first….and how we hatched the plot to ensnare the noble knight. If you’re really tired, I suggest you curl up on the floor at our feet. Anyway, it’s where you belong, bad boy.” Fair enough….since it would enable him to take the pressure off his punished posterior. “Ohh,” he moaned, as he lay down uncomfortably. Still, it was no worse than the Cage had been. “We’ll wake you when we reach St Sticks….darling,” her somewhat soft and sensual soprano floated down to him.” He shut his eyes, and very quickly the soothing sounds of the smooth car closed all around him.
To be continued……
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