Chapter 7. Negotiation
Charles Kingston arrived an hour later and spent some time being briefed on the
fishing boat by Nicola and Hin. He tried to stop Hin sending reports to the
paper which in turn was relayed to the world's media but the request was
refused. "If it wasn't for us you would still be looking," Nic reminded Charles.
A light aircraft circled the islands obviously taking photographs and films. It
was soon joined by two others and a helicopter. It was all going to be a very
public event.
Naomi went to Aisha. "We need to know how long we could last here if they cut
off all contact with the outside world." She tried to find out what he was
likely to do but all he would say was they needed at least two days. "Have we
supplies of food and water to last us for a while?"
"We should have enough food for a while and water is not a problem. Ask Quetryn
about the food. Quetryn said they had food enough for a fortnight but it would
all be frozen and tinned stuff but they would survive.
A fishery protection vessel the "Northsealander" arrived late that day. It was
armed with one small gun but the real reason for its presence was for a base for
negotiators. Naomi called Nicola on Lesley's mobile phone to find out why the
ship was there. "They are going to fly in trained negotiators and some big-wigs
to get the girls released."
"Nic, I will only negotiate with you and Hin. I know you two. Will you agree to
stay and talk with me - us?"
"You'd be better talking to the top brass, not a lowly detective and a half bit
reporter. Ouch! Hin Stop it!."
"Sounds as if you are having problems with Hin."
"Yeah. Guess he didn't like being called a half bit reporter. He says he will
deal with me later. Why not deal direct with the people who have the authority
to make the decisions?"
"No. I'd rather talk with or through you. I don't trust the big wigs. They say
one thing and mean another. You and Hin are down to earth working people. I will
deal with you two. You will have to deal with Aisha, through me."
"I think they'll want to set up a radio link so we can talk better than on the
mobile."
"That should be okay. I'll have to get Aisha's agreement first though. Guess
that way they can record everything. Let me know when your ready. I'll leave
this phone on for the time being but I will block all calls except from your
number."
Nothing appeared to happen for the rest of the day. Other aircraft came and left
as did several helicopters. People were lowered on to the fishing vessel and Nic
informed them the negotiators had arrived and wanted the IT bods wanted to send
over a special radio video link.
"We'll see to that in the morning. I don't know about the video. All the girls
are kept naked and are fucked anytime anywhere so we wouldn't want that on show
to the world."
"Has Lesley been ..."
"Raped again? Yes, and it looks as if she will be getting a third insemination
any time now."
"You don't seem all that worried. Can't you stop them?"
"Sorry, no. I just have to look at it like this. Being fucked even with a cock
as big as theirs might be painful but it is not life threatening. If I or any of
the others try and stop them, we risk being thrown out of the door on to the
rocks below. All the girls here have been fucked many times now and a few are
beginning to enjoy it. A normal man's cock might not be big enough for them from
now on. Its the very small girls I am sorry for. They still find it extremely
painful. And these satyrs last a lot longer than most men too. Kerch took twenty
minutes when we got back from the boat and I climaxed several times. You could
see if they'll fly in some decent lubrication. "
"Do you usually talk as frankly as this?"
"Not until a few days ago. Now it's no big deal. Are you getting laid by Hin or
the boat crew?"
"Well... I er..er...don't think I should answer that."
"Which means you are. Enjoy your night. Hin, if you are listening in, warm her
bottom for her earlier remark. I'm switching the phone off now. Talk to you in
the morning."
Next morning the radio was transferred to the "Flora McDonald" and Kerch flew
Naomi to collect it. Although the press were kept well away from the area, they
were filmed for various TV companies who flew nearby and used long focus lenses
so the transfer was seen world wide. Various animal protection groups arranged
demonstrations in various capital cities to try and prevent any harm coming to
the satyrs. Their case grew when the world saw how gently and seemingly,
lovingly, Kerch handled and kissed Naomi. Nevertheless the authorities
pressurised by relatives of the captives, still wanted to capture or shoot them.
Afterwards they saw Nicola and Hin transfer to the "Northsealander".
Nic got the IT bods to use her mobile phone to help Naomi set up the radio
stuff. It was actually quite simple using plug in and play technology.
"Hello, Soay. Can you hear me Naomi? This is Harry Forsythe on the
"Northsealander." Come in Naomi" The message was repeated several times.
Naomi pressed the send button. "Hello Harry. Please put Nicola and Hin on."
"Hello, Naomi. Nice to be able to talk with you. Sorry, Nicola and Hinton are
not here. I am your friendly negotiator."
"Liar!" Naomi spat the words into the microphone. "I need to talk with people I
can trust and the first thing you tell me is a lie." Naomi dialed Nicola's
mobile. "Where are you?" she asked.
"In the officer's mess, I think it is, with a glass of rum in front of me. Hin
has one too."
"Don't drink too much then, they are going to want you in the radio room
shortly."
"They told us to stay out of the way. It was like I expected...."
"Yeah. You're a lowly detective and he's a half bit reporter. Well you are
getting a rise in status."
Naomi turned back to the radio. "Hello, Soay. Can you hear me Naomi? This is
Harry...."
"Shut the fuck up Harry. Now get the hell out of there and put Nicola and Hin
on."
"Sorry Naomi. Can't be done."
"Okay Harry, have it your way. Radio is going off until I know the negotiators I
want are in position."
Ten minutes later, Naomi's or rather Lesley's mobile rang. "Hi, Naomi. We're at
the radio now."
"Has that Harry fella gone?"
"No. He's behind me. Think he wants to put a hand up my back and operate my
mouth."
"It's not your mouth he wants to operate. Kick him out and call me on the
radio."
"Hello Naomi, Harry's gone but I have a whole lot of advisors behind me. May
need them to get the info you want."
"Hi, Nic. From what I know of negotiating procedure we first get to know each
other and establish a bond, then we exchange demands and then sort of
compromise. There should be a profiler somewhere to give unhelpful advise. At
least that's what seems to happen in the Cracker series on TV. So would you like
to start the ball rolling and create a profile for me. Oh, that's no good. I'm
only the middle man, you need a profile of the satyrs. Let's just chat and I can
get to know you better."
"Okay but first a phone call, your father's on the line from Dubai."
"Hi Dad. Guess you heard what's happening."
"I heard that my daughter is playing at being a diplomat as well as being a
whore."
"Makes a change from being bored stiff at home. More excitement than the health
farm. And we will see if I learned any of your diplomacy skills. Doubt it. I'm
more the bull in a china shop person."
"Yes, dear. I heard how you treated Harry Forsythe. Are you okay though?"
"Yes, nothing that won't recover given time. Unless the navy boys decide to
torpedo us or something."
They talked for a few more minutes and her father wished her luck in her new
career.
"Wow, you have a diplomat for a father," Nic exclaimed when she came back on,
"Bet you went to the best schools and had everything you wanted."
"Yep, everything but a father and mother that were at home." For the next half
hour the conversation was on trivia but they did get to know each other better.
Hin was brought into the conversation several times. Charles Kingston tried to
get Nicola to push for details of how many people were in the place but Naomi
said to tell him that came later in the timetable.
"Perhaps we should start getting down to business now," Naomi suggested, "Can
you ask your navy bod where his reinforcements ship is now?"
"He says it's just left Iceland."
"Is he sure of that? If that is the case, it's a couple of days before the big
gun boat comes."
"Yes. He has confirmed the ship just left Iceland. Says he's tracking it on his
laptop."
"Oh dear Nic. You just can't get the staff these days can you? An admiral who
doesn't know where his fleet is. Tell him the "Deadnought" is steaming South
East by South and is at a latitude of about 61 degrees North. Should be here by
tomorrow. Sorry Nic. I wanted to test out the information your staff were giving
you."
"Sorry Naomi, that is what he told me. Can we talk about the satyrs please?
Where did they come from and where have they been until now?"
"The first satyrs were created by genetic engineering, manipulating genes and
DNA from humans, condors and ponies. Is that right Aisha?" The old satyr nodded
and then took up the story.
"The first ones died fairly soon after birth. I was the first survivor. That was
thirty years ago. I cannot tell you where we lived or where we were born. That's
still secret. After their success with me and improvements in computer design,
they created others. Each time they tweaked the design a little so each satyr is
different. Rather like humans. Naomi's owner is Kercher and he is the youngest.
However all the satyrs created were males. The doctor who does the genetic
engineering is now too old to reprogramme the whole thing to make fertile
females. It was a major undertaking. So we tried mating with a human woman but
the offspring was still born and a male. The doctor thought there could be other
factors involved and not just a difference in satyr human make up that account
for the still born child so decided we needed to try and fertilize a whole group
of females.
We heard of this island and came here eighteen months ago. Last Monday week one
of our group saw the girls exercising on the lawn of the health farm. He checked
on Tuesday and they were there again. On Wednesday they did the raid. Is was a
spur of the moment thing. Not really planned. Seeing all those women who could
be bred, gave them the idea. We could breed them all at one go and have a more
scientific study. However, it hasn't all gone the way we expected."
"Wow!," Nicola exclaimed, "It was because the fit bitch had you outside on the
lawns that caused you to get randy enough to abduct and rape a dozen girls."
Charles Kingston butted in. "It was a brutal rape Naomi, don't forget that and
we are still not sure if the others are even alive or even if my detective
inspector is. How do we know the others are there?"
"Do you want me to bring them to the mike? No. I have a better idea. Send Hin
over with a video camera for a few hours. Would you come if they let you Hin?"
Hin agreed provided the film could be relayed directly back to his head office
as well as to the ship. Top brass demurred at this and wanted to send one of
their group. Naomi point blank refused. "Send Hin or no one. We are not afraid
to have our pictures broadcast provided Hin remembers we're all naked and will
have to be careful where he points the camera and if any of the girls are too
shy to show themselves, then he only films her face. By the way Hin, once you
enter here you must be clothed as we are!"
Another voice butted in. "I'm Fredrick Myers. Is my daughter Sandra there?"
"First of all Myers. I deal only with Nicola and Hin. If you have a question,
ask it through them. I would suggest to whoever is in charge over there, they
clear the room of all unnecessary people so we can conduct our business
properly. There are only two of us in this room, you should have the same
disciplinary code."
Nicola asked the question for him and was told she was there. "Maybe we'll let
him see his daughter shortly," she added.
In the end they agreed that Hin could come over. "Right then Hin, bring a
lightish camera, not one of those huge BBC things and hang it round your neck.
Go to the clear space on the after deck and stand with your arms out as you saw
me do on the fishing boat. We also need to ensure the satyr that is to carry you
is not shot at before he gets to the ship, therefore a second satyr will hover
above the rocks just a little offshore from the entrance. That satyr will hold
Sandra in his arms and if anything happens to the other satyr he will let Sandra
fall. We don't want that to happen but we don't want any of our satyrs hurt
either. That way Fred will get to see his daughter although it will have to be
through binoculars. Nicola, does Charles understand the conditions?"
"He says yes. Look after Hin for me won't you. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
The transfer was made without a hitch. Sandra was held completely unclothed so
she was fully exposed not only to her father's gaze but to all the others with
binoculars and the cameras of the news media. There was no doubt she was alive
as she squealed and struggled as she tried to hide her breasts and pubic area.
Shortly afterwards a naked and blushing Hin was introduced to the satyrs, tryns
and girls.
"Aisha, would you mind if I explained what is happening to everyone?" On
receiving a nod of assent, Naomi introduced Hin and described what was going on
both outside and inside the chamber.
"Why can't you just arrange for us to be transferred to the ship straight-away?"
Sandra asked, "It's going to happen sooner or later."
"Sandra, the satyrs won't give you up that easily. You are their protection.
With no girls here the navy boys could just blast their way in and kill
everything in sight. You might want that, others here wouldn't want all that
killing on their conscience. As far as I know, we are totally unarmed in here.
The only defense they have is you and the other girls."
"But it means we will still be raped for days yet."
"I will see what I can do about that too but no promises. As I am sure Lesley
will tell you, negotiations like this can go on for a long time." Lesley pointed
out the one thing the authorities had on their side was time. Time for food to
run out, time for friction to develop.
Hin was shown around by Mary and the pictures were transmitted directly to the
"Northsealander" and on to Hin's head office in London. From there they were
sent to news servers world wide with jiggly squares over the parts they didn't
want moralistic members of the public to see. Mary showed him the bedroom where
the rapes took place, the toilet and shower areas and the dining room. Hin tried
to interview all the girls to show they were alive and well. He had lunch with
them and was taken back later in the afternoon.
Naomi remained by the radio and chatted with Nic. She tried to answer questions
from her concerning the welfare of the girls as their pictures came on screen.
Nic and Charles were particularly concerned for Lesley's welfare.
Nothing very much happened for the next three days. They saw the "Dreadnought"
circle the island several times. Communication was kept up and Naomi was able to
get some relaxation of the raping regime. The girls were only forced to have sex
once a day. The exception was Lesley. Zeik refused saying she had not been bred
like the others and needed plenty of sperm inside her. It was noticeable that
she could take his cock better now and was not suffering as much. The vaginal
lubricants Hin brought also helped.
Barbara, one of the younger and smaller girls, though was sick each morning and
was becoming paler each day. Naomi argued with Aisha to release her and finally
seeing she was getting worse, agreed. She was wrapped in a blanket and taken to
the "Flora McDonald" where there was less likelihood of surprise capture. Naomi
herself acted as hostage during the transfer, Kerch held her several hundred
feet above the rocks. While she had every confidence in Kerch, she found it an
unnerving experience especially as she knew the eyes of the world were on her.
On the fourth night the tryn watchers alerted them to activities going on
outside. It was later learned they were from the SAS and had planned a
surveillance operation prior to a stun blast attack. Using special equipment the
leader was trying to scale the rock face below the entrance and had nearly
reached the ledge when he lost his hold and fell and clung precariously to the
remains of one of the old steps. It looked like he could fall to his death at
any time and blood was seeping from wounds in his leg and possibly elsewhere.
Naomi was on the radio immediately. "Put your lights on the cliff and withdraw
the rest of the crew from below and I will arrange for the injured man to be
rescued."
"We'll arrange for a chopper to do the rescue," came the reply.
"Are you that stupid! The down draft would have him off the ledge before you can
get near. For once we have the facilities you don't. Your man could die if you
don't let us handle this. Just put the lights on and withdraw the others."
The rest of the crew were reluctant to go but stood a little way off in their
inflatable. Naomi picked up the megaphone and climbed on Kercher's back. She had
just risen from her bed and shivered in the cold night air. Searchlights came on
and illuminated her and the cliff. Directing Rial, who was Barbara's owner until
she went to the ship, she had the injured man carefully picked from the ledge
and moved flown directly to the "Northsealander." She flew alongside and
supervised the lowering of the man on to the deck.
Next morning, when communications were again opened, Naomi launched a vigorous
attack on the authorities that sanctioned the SAS raid. Most news broadcasts
condemned it too and the rescue was shown many times around the world. By now
world opinion was rising in favour of the satyrs and Naomi began forcing the
pace of the negotiations. "We will agree to release all the girls that wish to
be released provided the satyrs can stay here as a protected area. They lived
here peacefully for eighteen months before anyone knew of them. It was only
their desire to reproduce that caused this problem and we feel that can now be
resolved." Following the TV and newspaper reports, literally hundreds of girls
wanted to become mates for the satyrs. Naomi wanted to stay, and so did Freida,
a quiet plump girl that had kept to herself the whole time but who hadn't really
done any complaining. Mary was torn. She enjoyed the fucking now but wanted to
see her children. She said, she wouldn't mind spending weekends with the satyrs
but doubted if her husband would agree. She insisted she would allow any baby
that was conceived to go the full term.
The other eight wanted to go back home. Physically they were too small to
accommodate the satyr's weapons and even after all the fucking of the past days
and the lubrication, still found entry painful. It took the satyrs a little
while to realise this but having seen Naomi, Freida and Mary perform with their
partners, gradually came to see that plain fucking wasn't everything and the
soreness their cocks experienced didn't necessarily give them the most pleasure
even if it did inseminate the woman.
On the sixth evening, when neither side seemed to have moved far from their
bargaining position, Aisha came to her. "Naomi, they aren't going to give in are
they?"
"No, I don't think they are."
"Then we are going to have to move out. I can't tell you yet how and please
don't tell the rest of the girls, but by the morning all the tryns will be gone.
Please don't worry that only a few satyrs will be home tonight. Tell the girls
they have gone to a secret meeting."
As Aisha had said, all the tryns had gone and the girls and the satyrs had to
get their own breakfasts. When Naomi opened radio contact Aisha took the
microphone and said he was breaking radio contact because of intransigence on
the part of the authorities to negotiate. He kept the radio on receive but
wouldn't allow any transmissions.
Next morning the only satyrs in the chamber were Kercher and Xenon (Freida's
partner). As usual Kercher was up first and told Naomi to dress in the combat
gear, then wake Frieda and ask if she still wanted to stay with Xenon. She did.
Naomi took her to the clothing store and told her to get dressed.
Naomi woke the rest. "Your ordeal is nearly over ladies. I am going to ask that
Ross be allowed to bring the "Flora McDonald as close as he dare. There is quite
a wind so he will have to stand off a bit. Then Xenon and Kerch will take you to
the boat." Freida appeared dressed in the army suit.
"Hi Nic. Your time as boss lady over there is coming to an end. There are only
two satyrs here now. The rest have gone. When Ross gets close enough we are
going to take the girls to his boat. It will be quicker if we can use both
satyrs and not have one holding a hostage so can you keep your people well back
please. Freida and I are not coming. Our lives have changed and we want the
excitement of flying. They haven't told us our destination so don't ask. It
can't be that far as they took the tryns there and came back in a few hours.
Perhaps our paths will cross again one day."
"How did the satyrs leave? We've had the whole island under surveillance twenty
four hours a day?"
"I honestly don't know, Nic. There must be another way out but they haven't let
me in on it yet."
Margot and Mary went first and the satyrs came back without problem. The next
two were getting ready when the radio crackled into life. "Naomi watch out!
Watch out! They've set a tra...." The radio went dead.
"Bastards!! They can't even let us leave without a double cross." Naomi fumed.
"You heard the radio ladies. We shall have to do it the slow way. One girl gets
held in the air while the other gets to the boat. When it came to the last two
Kerch took one while Xenon took the last. Freida was to wait in view at the
entrance. Xenon was to immediately drop his girl, which was Lesley and make a
swerving flight back to the chamber. Kerch made his drop okay then held Naomi
high above the water. Xenon made it back and Kerch was about to head for it when
there was a the crack of a rifle. One of Ross's crew had been replaced by a
marksman. Kerch shuddered, his right arm went limp and he dropped Naomi. Blood
ran down his arm. Realising what had happened he closed his wings and went into
a stoop and just before she reached the water grabbed her between his legs. He
opened his wings to stop the rapid descent and lifted off and zigzagged his way
to the entrance. Two news channels recorded the whole scene from their aircraft
from different angles.
Naomi's father had just returned when he saw the pictures and used his influence
to get an audience with the Prime Minister. As usual the PM was non committal
but assured him that everything would be done to stop any further bloodshed. For
once he was as good as his word. Immediately he phoned the chief of staff and
told him to suspend all operations against the satyrs.
He then tried to get them to connect him through to Naomi. However, she left the
radio room to tend Kerch's wound. The medical supplies were adequate for most
injuries but not for a bullet wound. Kerch, might be strong but he wouldn't be
able to fly far. Naomi bound it as best she could. Xenon said he could get a
doctor from the ship. Naomi thought her meant the "Dreadnought" "No," he said,
"From the ship we are going to."
Kerch lay down, exhausted. His saving of Naomi and the loss of blood had
depleted his energy supplies. Naomi walked crying bitterly to the radio room.
Nic's voice came through the speaker. "Come in Soay. Do you hear me Naomi." It
was obvious from her voice that she was near to tears also.
"Hello, Nic. Nicky thanks. You're still boss lady then?"
"Oh, Naomi. Am I glad to hear you. How's Kercher?"
"Is this a trick to find out how weak we are?"
"No Naomi, no it isn't. It's just me asking although everyone else can hear. Is
he hurt bad?"
"Bad enough. Needs to have a bullet removed from his arm."
"Look Naomi. Your dad got onto the Prime Minister no less and he himself ordered
all operations against you to cease. He has overruled everyone here. Public
opinion of the forces here is very low and high for Kercher, despite what he and
the others have done. His bravery in saving you has caught the imagination of
the world. When we can get through to the PM again, he wants to talk to you
direct.... Oh hang on, I think they have him on line now. Yes, here he is."
"Naomi, let me begin by saying how sorry I am this has happened. I can only
apologize for the way my staff behaved without my knowledge and authorization."
He's trying to worm his way out of the blame thought Naomi. "Is there anything
we can do to make amends for this tragic event?"
"Of course there is Prime Minister. First of all you can send a team of doctors
over to treat Kercher. Secondly you can sack all those in high places who have
betrayed trusts placed in them and thirdly, you can authorise us to stay on this
island. In return we would agree to live peaceably and not harm any of the
nearby residents."
"I can easily agree to the first request and will contact the "Dreadnought's"
captain immediately. Secondly there will be a high level investigation into the
handling of this whole affair. The third part request I will have to consider
further. Can I contact you directly by mobile phone? The satyrs were pretty
cruel and the locals may not want them nearby. I will have to take advise on
that."
Naomi gave him that Nicola on the fishing protection vessel had Lesley's mobile
phone number as that was the only phone she had here and would give it to him
privately. "Can you get the gun boats to withdraw from here, Prime Minister?
After the doctors have done of course."
"You are a persistent one Naomi! Have you thought of going into politics? Yes, I
have no doubt that can be arranged. Did all of you on the "Northsealander" and
the Dreadnought" hear that?"
Nicola spoke for the "Northsealander", "Yes, sir. We heard it and so did the
rest of the world as we are hooked up live to various news channels."
"Captain Fitzsimmons of the "Dreadnought" here Sir. Yes we heard. Have already
scrambled the ships surgeon and his team but it would be much better if we could
have the patient in our own facilities on the ship."
"Sorry, Captain," Naomi butted in, "There is just too much mistrust to allow
that."
"Perhaps it would be a way to build trust. But we will have a helicopter ready
for take off shortly."
"Naomi, let me once again apologise for what happened. I will have the matter
investigated and dealt with. I will see what else I can do for you and hope
Kercher recovers well. Good bye for now." The Prime minister closed the link.
Captain Fitzsimmons kept his word. The helicopter bearing the surgeon, an
anesthetist and two nurses were lowered and with help from Xenon were able to
get inside. A crate containing all their gear followed. Surgery took place on a
dining table and lasted an hour. Afterwards Kercher's colour began to return but
he slept for most of the night. The doctors team went back to their ship but
left Silvia, a nurse to oversee Kercher's recovery. Freida and Xenon went to
their usual bed Silvia suggested Naomi lay down too and promised to wake her in
a couple of hours so she could get a couple of hours sleep too. Through the
night they changed places at two hourly intervals.
Towards morning, Silvia had just turned in for the second time when Xenon and
Freida started making love. She could hear their passionate groans and coupling
that seemed to go on for ages and ages. For a few minutes they lay still and
then in the dim light she saw Freida go down and take his cock and suck it. Her
bed was only two away from theirs and even though the light wasn't good, she
could make out the enormous size of the still nearly erect penis and marvelled
how a woman could take that inside her. She had of course noticed the cocks on
Xenon and Kerch in their flaccid state but this was the first peep she'd had of
it engorged. Her own body fluids were flowing by then and her horniness
increased until she could no longer keep from rubbing herself. She'd had a
number of the sailors but none were equipped like the satyr. Even the porno
studs in the films the men had, paled alongside it.
When she quietly got up two hours later, she found Naomi inside the bed with her
lover. Both were awake and Naomi were talking quietly. Covered by only a sheet,
Silvia could see that Naomi was masturbating Kerch and was about to return to
bedroom when Naomi looked up and saw her. "Silvia, sorry. I didn't think you
were awake. I didn't want to embarrass you. We've just got used to having sex in
front of everyone. I know you would you like to see a satyr's cock in full view
in all its hardness but would never admit it if I asked so come and examine your
patient." Naomi threw back the bedcovers and continued to wank Kercher's cock.
"I guess the next question you want to ask and don't dare is how a woman can
take that amount of flesh inside her. Well she can. Some like me are big enough
to learn to take it with pleasure although at first it did hurt. The small girls
and women they brought had openings just too small to ever take it with comfort.
If I thought it wouldn't hurt Kerch's arm I would show you but I suppose I've
got an exhibitionist streak in me. Freida wouldn't show you unless she was
forced."
Silvia laughed, "I heard them at it earlier though."
9 a.m. Nic contacted her to say the "Northsealander" had moved and they were no
longer in sight of the island. They tell me we have moved 20 miles north but I
have no means of checking that except to say that when I went on deck, I could
see nothing but sea in any direction. How's Kerch?"
"Sitting up. Had breakfast and like most men, wants to be pampered! How's
Lesley?"
"They flew her back to Inverness in the night as well as the others. She said
she was sore you know where but was otherwise okay. Think they are all going to
have counseling or should that be 'cuntselling' therapy. That was Hin's joke not
mine!"
"Is he still there?"
"Yes, but only until Ross gets to us and then he has to get back."
"Are you alone in the room?"
"Yes, after the PM yesterday, I am able to talk to you freely although I don't
know if it is being recorded. Can't tell what these IT bods do. The tape machine
here isn't running."
"Ask him to come by here before he leaves."
"You keep your hands off him, just because Kercher's invalided doesn't mean you
can snatch my man!"
"No need to worry. He won't even have to undress, unless of course he wants too.
But then Nurse Silvia might get ideas. No, I thought he might want to get a few
pictures of Kerch now he's been patched up. I'll keep my hands off him.
Promise."
