She fastened one end of the handcuffs to my left wrist, then turned me around by the shoulders and pulled both my arms up behind my back. ‘Ask me nicely!’
‘C-could I p-please have some more?’
‘Some more what?’
‘Could… could you please fart some more?’
‘Why?’
At least she wasn’t farting. Big cock ‘Jane says you make a mean vinaigrette. A few steps down and a narrow corridor led to a wide room that seemed to have been a workshop at some point in time, and in a way it still was. We just didn’t work out.’
‘Do you love her?’
‘I don’t know. ‘I almost can’t believe that.’
‘It’s true.’
‘OK, it doesn’t matter. The salad bowl is in the fridge and there’s vinegar and olive oil in that cupboard over there.
