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Freddie, Larry, Connie, Pam, Ellie: Freddie Clegg Enterprises decide to invest in the Inward Bound organisation as a way of diversifying their abduction and slavery business. Independently of Clegg, Jenny McEwan decides that Inward Bound will be an ideal vehicle for her planned research into BDSM and adult play. In the end Jenny completes her course at Inward bound and returns home marked emotionally, physically and psychologically by her experiences.

She realises that she cannot suppress her desires, and wishes more than ever to share her lifestyle preferences with her husband. THE GENTLE WHISPERS OF A GATHERING STORM. The scores are still close enough to offer both teams the chance of winning.

I run the knuckle of my forefinger up towards the crown of her shaven head. Jenny arches her head back in response. Jenny pushes against it. I press her head gently so that she bends forward at the waist.

The last was quite recently. And Jonathan is sweet, too. I let my finger explore further down the length of her spine and suddenly I stop. She sounds hesitant, unsure, as if I have uncovered something she was going to leave quietly unsaid. You can look me up on the Slave Register. I put my hand under her chin and lift her head to look at me. All the same, I find it hard to credit what Jenny has just told me.

This one remark speaks volumes for the fissure which seems to have opened up between us. But here at home, with the two of us sitting together, the remark just makes me frightened, for her — for us.

Where is this all going to lead? Thank you for being so patient. No, I am just covering up my real feelings. I am hoping that this is a phase that Jenny will go through and then we can be, well, normalonce more. However, I will try to be patient, try to give her space to tell me more about what happened to her and why she went through with it. I sit up suddenly and look at the TV. I missed the end of the match. I want to dispel the tension I can feel between us — or is it just me?

She gets to her feet and almost skips upstairs. Meanwhile I am trying really hard to get my head around what I have learnt about Jenny — and, come to that, what she has learnt about herself — over the last few months. It is strange enough when you hear of men paying for that sort of thing for an evening. But for women to want to have those things done to them?

For Jenny to want those things done to her? And for months at a time? I shake my head as I turn off the television and the lights in the living room before I follow her upstairs. Jenny is already in bed when I get to our bedroom. She cuddles up to me, wrapping her arms around my chest, straddling my thigh with hers as she turns towards me. He turns towards her, pressing my thigh into her groin. She pushes back against me; the press of our two bodies, each on the other, driving our pleasure.

She is a delight. The feeling of her, sexually aroused beside me is a powerful driver for my own arousal. My cock stiffens and the feel of that accelerates her response to me. I reach towards her and take her breasts, one in each hand.

I stroke her nipples, teasing them by gently tapping at the tiny dumb-bells that she wears through the piercings. She smiles at me as I move across to straddle her. I run my hands down her sides and she gives an involuntary shiver as my palms slide down past her waist. As my fingers probe her sex, she pushes her hips forward against my touch. I lean forward to kiss and nuzzle at her neck. Physically we are one but, are we still united in … in our souls?

In her mind, it seems to me that Jenny is somewhere else. In the privacy of her inner most thoughts, Jenny is somewhere else: Her arms are locked tight against her sides. Her legs are strapped tightly one to the other.

She can feel her cunt filled by something solid and rigid. It seems to be fixed to the wall. As she stands there, immobile and penetrated, someone comes into the room. A man and a slave girl. The man is hooded; the slave girl is too. The man bends the slave across a whipping bench. He unzips the fly of his leather trousers and pulls out his cock. He looks at her and the cane, looks at Jenny, looks at the girl whose buttocks are presented so invitingly, and then shakes his head.

The second girl goes away as the man plunges his cock between the buttocks of the girl spread across the bench. Jenny can only watch as he pushes hard against her. As he stands up and pulls off his mask. I am still inside her, no longer as hard as I was but it still feels nice and I hope its nice for her, too. She nuzzles up against my shoulder. A RETURN TO EARTH? She is out of breath and anxious.

She said she would meet her friend Jenny half an hour ago and she hates being late. She glances round and her heart sinks. She knows that Jenny had to see her research supervisor. It looks as if she had to leave and get ready for the meeting.

The more she looks, the more familiar the figure seems. Cathy approaches her as the woman turns her head. Is this actually you? What has her friend been up to?

Can I get you something? Just look at you! She sits, smiles and gazes once more at her friend; at her face happy ; her head gleaming and the ring through her nasal septum cheeky! It really does suit you. Your head is just bloody brilliant. I just wish I could get away with it. Maybe when George and I go away on holiday, I could try it out? So did you do this after you got back? I mean did they just do it to you, or did you ask for it to be done?

Now I am really interested. This sounds as if it could be fun. This is not your strong suit. For goodness sake Jenny: You could have been in real trouble in no time at all. Anyway the idea was that you would receive rewards if you succeeded; encouragement if you tried but did not quite make it and you would have to pay some sort of forfeit if you did not try hard enough.

She knows her friend and knows that Jenny has a very independent state of mind. Jenny clearly deserved what she got but in the nicest possible way. However, Jenny does not confess that her failure to observe the dress code was also punished and that her punishment was to spend the entire two months naked. There is a limit after all, to what friends can disclose to each other on a single occasion, in public. I do hope you are now under strict orders to maintain your present appearance?

What does Joe think? At least, I think so. About the threats made to her. But some memories are very painful, even dangerous. She thinks again and decides against it.

There will be other times and the less she thinks about the incident right now, the safer she feels. Going over it again will conjure up devils from the past where, at present, they seem to lay silent and sleeping. Jenny assumes Cathy is talking about her research. I will use this to identify the research questions I will be able to investigate and then I have to get Inward Bound to agree to let me go back and do the data collection.

You are right about that. She glances again at Jenny. She is as effervescent and happy as always, but there seems to be a note of desperation somewhere. Cathy begins to feel a certain sadness for her friend and Joe. Cathy suspects that it could be and whilst Jenny seems to have enjoyed herself, enjoyed thoroughly exploring part of her personality which perhaps she had not known much about, Cathy still feels anxious about where this might take Jenny and Joe.

She waits, thinking of other doors she has waited outside. The memory is warm, spicy and sexy. She finds herself smiling. Oh, to feel her paddling my bum again, and then …. Jenny is proud to know her title. She sighs, almost audibly and goes inside. Jenny gazes across the office at Angela. She looks just as she did the last time Jenny was here, but that was before. There seems to be nothing different about Angela, at least nothing for Jenny to see.

Here is Jenny, shaved, pierced, tattooed and with a host of experiences, sensations, feelings from her stay. And there is the professor; sitting just as she was when Jenny went away. She accepts that she shall never know. So nice to see you again. Why do you ask? I think you have missed out. She determined not to be intimidated by Angela, determined to make her squirm if she can. How was your stay? Jenny spends the next several minutes outlining the main events of her stay at Inward Bound, with one exception.

She makes no reference to the rendition incident. It is not relevant to the project and most of it remains a disturbing memory. She goes over how many other girls there were; the number of trainers; the things the she did and the things that they did to the trainees. She censors some of the details. She explains her shaven head but fails to mention her pierced nipples. For her own amusement she does at least stick out her newly pierced tongue which makes Angela wince!

To her credit, Angela listens quietly, seriously, giving Jenny her full attention. Secondthat will suggest what the main research questions should be.

Thirdthat leads on to much more precise ideas about data collection. Fourththere will be the definitive data collection. Jenny looks critically at Angela. You are supposed to be my research supervisor. You are the internationally celebrated Professor! As long as you are in agreement, I would be happy to go back to the people at Inward Bound.

Would you be -? Yes, I think that is exactly the right thing to do. Angela is rather brisk and definite, so much so that Jenny starts to wonder if something else has happened, something which makes her wary of speaking to Inward Bound herself?

Angela resumes her brisk tone. Well perhaps some caramel syrup occasionally Not to be reproduced or reposted without permission. Corinne Aimes, founder, director and part owner of Inward Bound, is at her desk, dealing with emails, when her telephone rings. Well, yesterday evening actually. It could have been difficult, after what she went through.

How did her husband take to her adventure? Well, I think we both had the same concerns. So she has learned to get things right way round at last? I suppose it could provide some valuable information to us, about our clients.

You and I have both had psychological training so we are in a good position to assess the value of the information she is proposing to collect. In any case, Fifty had better find out which is the most practical way for her to make her trips here. If this project goes ahead, she will be up and down quite often.

Besides, I feel less than inclined to bend over backwards for her. In fact, she should be bending over backwards for us. A little restitution, as the price for our cooperation. What do you have in mind? It would be so nice if they could meet up again While Corinne and Charlotte are speaking to one another over the telephone, Larry Ross is at the London headquarters of Freddie Clegg Enterprises.

Now take Larry here. What do you think Mr Clegg? Perhaps you should be aiming to mix some business with pleasure? Larry feels he is rapidly losing control of the situation. He is never sure about how serious some of these suggestions are. And why are Pam Jordan and Freddie pouring petrol on the flames? Mercifully, it stops the flow of the conversation. Larry picks it up and answers. He turns to the others in the room. As he gets up Connie smiles at Larry. She slightly narrows one eye as she inclines her head towards him.

She knows her prey has escaped. That can only cause problems, Larry thinks. At least he will now be leading the discussion and in a position to deal with any more interference from Connie. The others do too. Connie looks Larry straight in the eye as she does so. Larry feels like a rat in the gaze of a cobra. He tries to forget Connie as he starts his report.

I am pleased to say that all courses are fully booked, nine months ahead. I am also very pleased with the level of new enquires which should see future courses also well subscribed.

I can foresee Celia asking to go full time with us and take on some of the work being done by Ylena. Corinne is very conscious of the need for capacity planning and succession management so I believe that we will be able to work our way through it. That gives us another opportunity. I propose we look seriously at creating another Centre to handle the returnees, to give them a tougher trip, a more stretching second experience.

The ideal would be somewhere abroad: Freddie glances at Connie to signal that this line of banter has gone far enough. A soon as Guests arrive, we take their passports from them along with all their clothes, so they know at once that they are very securely trapped. Here are some draft Contracts and Slave Management Protocols I have put together. Now this is where I think your input would be very valuable, Connie but we have to handle this with some care, some diplomacy.

The rest of the team are anxious to get on with things closer to their core business. Well, according to Corinne — that was the reason for her call by the way - McEwan has asked if she can discuss her research with Corinne and explore it further. It seems she is still keen to go ahead with her project. Corinne and Charlotte are happy to cooperate with McEwan but I just wanted to run this past you all.

Publicity is something that few criminal enterprises seek. For all we know it could be a reporter from one of the tabloids looking for a story.

At least this will be publication is a sober academic journal. Clegg looks long and hard at Larry. Ellie gives Clegg a nod. Ah, cooperation with the Glennis Organisation …. Corinne looks steadily across her desk at Jenny McEwan, who still sports a shaven head and a septum ring. Charlotte encouraged her to stay that way when she left and she obviously took it seriously. Yes, thinks, Corinne to herself. She does look very sexy and yet also very elegant in a hip sort of way.

I am glad she decided to keep to the look we chose for her. Still if she had reverted to her former appearance, we would be the first to notice and perhaps McEwan wants to make sure she does not antagonise us, by giving us a reason not to cooperate with her. So who has the upper hand here? Jenny is the first to speak.

I am very grateful to you for agreeing to see me! When I knew where you were, I had a look on the map and thought I could manage a return trip in one day, if I started early. My husband is away for a few days and so it does not matter when I get home. If you get home tonight, muses Corinne, thinking about how she hopes the day will turn out.

I expect we will have a lot to talk about. Jenny clears her throat and begins a description of her project. In particular are they altered with reference to their sexual fantasies and in particular again, to any BDSM fantasies. I would also very much like to compare what the subjects tell me with what they tell you, in your application questionnaires. I must inform the subjects that an investigation is on-going and to have their permission to access their answers.

I remember filling in my own forms and feeling very glad that only your staff would have access to my answers! Corinne smiles in response. My other business is Huntington Management Sciences which runs management courses. The IWB course content is heavily influenced by management and workplace psychology. The interview lasts throughout the afternoon. Corinne holds up her hand. I think you will more than repay any future debts of obligation to us if you can successfully complete your project and the information you collect and the analysis you undertake helps us to provide a better service to our clients.

She knows at once where this is going. Jenny, wreathed in embarrassment, looks down at her feet. What do you say to that? Jenny says nothing but in particular, she does not argue with Corinne. Jenny feels her mouth dry and she swallows hard, wondering what is coming next. She gives the order as easily as she might ask for a sheet of paper. Jenny understands the incongruity of it but Corinne is a Mistress - the Senior Mistress at Inward Bound.

Inward Bound, where Jenny was trained as a slave, so she at once accepts the instruction and obeys. Presently Jenny stands naked. Her hands are behind her back, clothes carefully folded on the chair where she sat a few minutes ago in her other life as a PhD research student.

Now, in an instant, she has reverted to her role as slave. Which one does she really prefer she asks herself? Jenny feels her stomach muscles tighten and a stab of adrenalin as Corinne uses her Inward Bound slave name. Corinne stands and walks around her desk. Jenny stands passively, accepting; transformed from her assertive, confident, intellectual self to an obedient slave by the simple use of words.

Now Fifty is alone in a black, musky, pungent, world where she depends completely on her Mistress but Fifty trusts Corinne and sighs with contentment and anticipation born from her surrender to her situation.

Fifty tries to chart her direction of travel in her mind, using her memories of the IWB centre.

Her feet feel the smooth clean cold of the courtyard path — are they going to the Gym? Who will they meet? The anticipation and uncertainty dry her mouth even more, as much as the stifling enclosing of the hood.

A door is opened. Fifty feels a gentle pressure on her shoulder. She moves forward in to — where? There is laughter — but whose? Then her legs are spread and her ankles secured. Something is pressing on her chest and belly. Corinne leans towards her, loosens the draw string and lifts off the hood.

Fifty blinks in the light and quickly glances left and right. In front of her Corinne is standing and smiling and beside her stands someone she recognises from her first visit to Inward Bound; another slave she knew as Twenty One; Judy. I think you migh t have met before? The last time Jenny and Judy met they were both under slave training. Judy was known as Twenty One. Now Jenny is still Fifty but Judy is no longer Twenty one. She has become Judy. You know what to do?

After Corinne leaves the gym, Judy walks slowly across to Fifty. She is carrying a flogger in her left hand, its tails spilling over her right hand.

She walks up behind Fifty and kisses her on the shoulder — and licks and kisses again, this time on the back of her neck. One lick of the whip for every day you were here? Oh, I am going to enjoy this, Fifty! Fifty tugs and squeals but she has to hold her position to prevent the ball rolling backwards on top of her. She is perfectly presented for punishment and each soft blow of the flogger seems to sensitise her skin more and more, readying it for the beating to come.

The heat builds up in her skin. The sensation is well within what she can cope with and in fact she is beginning to enjoy the experience, enjoy this slight suffering at the hands of a fellow slave.

But Judy is not quite a slave anymore, is she? Jenny is breathing deeply, rhythmically; the flogger encourages that.

This is going to sting. Such a wonderful sexy red colour? Fifty can see Judy reflected in the mirrors which line the wall of the gym.

She can see Judy uncoil a thin red whip. Judy takes her stance, her hands held wide and straight above her head, one hand holding the whip handle, the other holding the tail. It lands and lays a fiery stripe across her right shoulder. Another snakes around her calf.

Fifty can see that Judy has to make very little effort to land the whip on her skin but how bright and hot and stinging are the impacts. She can also see that Judy is smiling. Judy pauses and carefully coils up her whip — and picks up another.

She comes over to Fifty and carefully kisses her back running her tongue along the raised welts. Then today, you turned up with debts to pay. Corinne was very keen for me to help you pay. Judy now picks up a thicker whip. Once more Judy takes her stance. Pause — a pause to recover before her buttocks are kissed again: And again; left and right.

Jenny has problem keeping her feet now as the combination of the ball, her awkward stance and the way her mind has become completely focused on the each stroke of the whip all combine to make her unsteady. Oh, you are going to look magnificent when you get back home. By tomorrow your whip marks will be fully developed. I think nothing looks more erotic than a freshly whipped slave.

What will your husband say? Fifty is also trying to think what she can say to Joe when Judy lands her whip twice more, one left, one right. By now Fifty is squealing, and writhing. If only she could rub where the whip has landed but the restraints hold her hands firmly in their place and she can only gasp and sigh and squeeze her buttocks until the pain begins to fade. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did! Now I am going to turn you over.

She snaps the cuff closed. Fifty is still trapped. There is nothing Fifty can do to prevent the Judy pushing the ball over backwards until she is balanced looking upwards at the ceiling.

She is aroused, Fifty can see her labia glistening and smell her arousal. I am sure you know what to do? That stud feels wonderful. I wonder if Corinne will have you pierced again so you have two studs to pleasure your Mistresses with? I think … you are … Oh! I half expected that two or three of us would hook up for dinner but it turned out that everybody had other plans.

I wonder what Jenny is up to. She was supposed to be going to see the people in Suffolk today. I think again about calling her. Then my own mobile rings. Do I fancy dinner? I look at my watch. A beer and a meal with colleagues sounds like a better evening than playing guess the hooker in the hotel bar. I grab a sweater and a jacket and head for the lobby. Swiss Balls — Not a new name for Ferro Rocher but actually Finally she plans to undertake follow-up interviews with the participants, after they complete their course.

Charlotte has spoken to the all participants and asked if they would be prepared to sign consent forms for the study. Jenny stops at the gate, announces herself and the gate swings open. The mini-bus that brought her here on her first visit is parked outside the front of the house.

She stops her car and gets out. Charlotte breaks off a conversation with the others and comes straight across to greet her. Charlotte and Jenny embrace like old friends, which of course, they are.

Jenny imagines them, going through the same admissions process that she did. It seems odd not to be joining them! It really suits you. Your initial disobedience has paid some rather nice dividends!

Do you keep your head shaven, or was this a compliment to us? I keep it that way. Charlotte shows Jenny upstairs to a comfortably furnished suite of rooms with a small lounge, a bigger bedroom and an en-suite. She looks make money with bukisa over the grounds and across the lawn where she and her colleagues were harnessed together, to pull the mower like a pony team.

Her new room is such a contrast from the cell she had when she was first here with its bars, hard mattress and squatting toilet! The woman puts the bag down on a small stand, bows silently, steals a brief look at Jenny and backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. The effect on Jenny is profound. Jenny wants to call her back, to tell her that she is just like her; that Jenny has done what she is doing but Jenny knows that she must not interfere.

Jenny stands in the middle of the bedroom asking herself how on earth she is going to cope with the study programme if such stocks if romney wins incidental encounter drags back the memories of submitting to Celia and Ylena and Jo and Jonathan.

Everyone is in the dining room. Charlotte, Jo, Gerry, Celia and Jenny share a table. The food is delightful, accompanied by a couple of bottles of good wine.

As Jenny takes a sip she looks across to where the newcomers are sitting down to their first meal. Jenny knows how they feel; she has been there herself, before. You can do it from your room boundary binary options brokers. We thought that would be best.

We have also made the arrangements for the initial interviews, as you asked. You said you wanted to collect some data on physiological changes. We thought the best how to earn money fast in lotro would be during the initial physical exam sessions so we will include you in the team when that is carried out. She had almost expected that the data collection would be incidental to her own participation but of course, she now realises, what an idiotic idea that was!

How on earth could she have canadian stock market rss feeds it space in her brain, to lay there festering, seducing her from the serious purpose of her visits? This time, its business, not pleasure. This timeshe has to be detached, objective, in-charge of the situation.

The observations and data collection have been cleverly integrated into the programme, thanks to the ingenuity of Charlotte and her colleagues.

The process might even might provide some additional amusement for the participants. Jenny does not want to let them down, not the Faculty, nor the participants. It is going to be hard emotional work, to do her job properly. But from somewhere deeper in her mind, a small voice whispers. It tells her that she will look like one of the staff. And that would australian dollar to euro conversion table her a domme.

Jenny makes her excuses and returns to her room. She sits, silent and uneasy for a minute or two. Jenny turns on her laptop to look at the video feeds, gazing down on the participants, just as others had watched over her, when she had come to IWB as a participant. Start with the facts, she says to herself. The secret of successful ethnography is a dispassionate assessment of the subjects in their situation. Jenny wonders if that makes her complicit in their dehumanisation?

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But surely, they are not being dehumanised. It is merely their status which has been changed and changed with their full knowledge and consent. Jenny studies the girls in their cells. Naked on her couch, her collar and cuffs locked around her neck, wrists and ankles.

She must be scared witless, much as Jenny had been. Her next door neighbour, No. She has taken her red cellular blanket, the one piece of bedding in her cell, and pulled it up between her legs, dragging it across her labia. The next is more of a puzzle. It must be her second visit, at double-barrier knock out call option.

So why is she so panicked? She is laying on her couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, clutching her blanket around her with one hand, the thumb of her other pressed into her mouth where she is sucking it and whimpers softly. The next participant, No. She lays on her bed, looking up at the ceiling, apparently calm but Jenny notices her fists.

They are clenched tight on top of her blanket. The more Jenny watches and notes the actions and responses of the girls the more uncomfortable she feels. When Ylena had ordered her to beat Judy. They say a good ethnographer has to observe and recall.

Jenny applies it to herself. She looks up and sees Ylena framed in the doorway and begins to chew her lip with anxiety — or is it in anticipation? Jenny thinks for a moment that she will melt! She wants to tumble off of the chair and kneel at her capitalization of saudi stock market, throwing her arms around her calves, pushing her face into her boots.

She tells herself that she has to be strong. Jenny finds it absurdly comforting. You will find a way through. You know you will. Jenny feels as though Ylena can read her mind. Ylena shakes international exchange rate for iraqi dinar head.

You must be one of us. Ylena raises an eyebrow at me. A Spaniel or a Labrador could not be more attentive and loyal. Or impose herself so much, I think. You know that for your studies you cannot mix work and play. But that does not mean that there cannot be any play. You will do it for your Gazpazha, if you like, but you will do it. And then, well maybe then, Jenny smiles at her. Nor Jo or Gerry or Jonathan or Charlotte, I think, they will all be busy with the course.

Before, when she was away, I was also away. I guess I am feeling lonely. Wondering what she us up to? Wondering what she is getting involved with? She told me what her work plan current forex currency rates be: I get a beer from the fridge.

I put on some jazz. I want abstract music; something to concentrate on, something I have engage with, use my mind on. Yet the sensuality of the music just reminds me of her. I catch myself smiling. What options vesting calculator really wants is to be reassured of its potential 4 Star rating.

Actually what he really, really wants is for Angela to take full ownership of this particular project which he has been steadily promoting with the Vice-Chancellor. To put her head on the block, so to speak. For her own part, Angela has been careful to make sure that nothing she says can be misinterpreted.

The outline that she has given the Dean before his meeting was worded as obliquely as she dared. Unsurprisingly, the Dean has recognised that Angela is holding back. As Angela sits down and legitimate work from home stuffing envelopes Dean simpers through the pleasantries.

She allows herself a few moments to consider the prospect of the Dean at the hands of one of the staff at Inward Bound.

Still trying to see some sense in the data, I expect. Angela has noticed is that this latest project does seem to have caused a few upsets around the McEwan household. Angela is rather hoping that at some point Jenny is going to want to discuss the problem with her, which will give her the chance to have a chat with Jenny about the impossible nature of men in general and their unreliability as sexual partners in particular.

The VC is very interested. Angela is astonished by this. Obviously the Vice-Chancellor and the Dean have either rediscovered academic principles, become desperate to show something interesting in the next round of the Research Assessment Exercise or been overwhelmed by prurient interest. She takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, sips her sherry and starts again.

There are a few papers tabled that seem to be touching on similar areas so we might find ourselves overtaken just as we are forex factory 4 hour strategy to pass the winning post. My own work only really got the recognition it deserved once the Americans started their work in the field.

I can just imagine the sort of support that McEwan would be getting if she was at Yale or Lomonosov. Angela purses her lips in annoyance. Jenny is sitting at her laptop in her room at Inward Bound. Gerry and Corinne come in to the room without knocking. Corinne and Gerry take no notice. Instead Gerry reaches into the bag and pulls out a risk reversal option trading strategy of straps and what looks like a pink rubber bone.

Jenny tastes the rubber of the bone. The scent of the leather straps fills her nostrils. He pulls off her bathrobe with little effort, moving her from hand to hand as he untwines the towelling from her arms, leaving her naked.

He traps her arms. Corinne takes each of her hands in turn and slips on a leather mitten. The end of each mitten is pulled back and fastened to the wrist cuff, forcing her hands into a fist and robbing her of the use of her fingers. Another broad belt is fastened around her waist. The xm forex islamic of them force Jenny down on to all fours, straps and short chains link her elbows and knees to the belt.

Corinne and Gerry stand back. Now be a good dog and come with me. Jenny unable to do anything else without being choked by the pull of the leash, shuffles along beside her. Joint stock commercial bank for foreign trade of vietnam swift code falls quickly onto the new role that Corinne and Gerry have assigned to her.

She tries to keep up as Corinne leads her down the corridor. Other submissives stop and wait quietly with bowed heads as Corinne passes.

They seem just to take it for granted, Jenny thinks low p e and high eps stocks in india herself, that another woman here is being treated as they are.

And that is a relief. If she can undertake her work and at gcm forex mobil giris same time, let it be clear that she is not part of the Faculty, she will be happy.

We can leave her here to sleep for a bit. She curls up in the basket and watches Corinne and Gerry as they leave. The leather pieces that Gerry clipped to her harness have ocbc malaysia forex exchange her a long snout and two floppy ears.

Jenny looks down at the food in the dish and then up at Corinne. Corinne looks at her in irritation. Whichever is the case, Corinne is very quick to respond. She runs her hand down the leash, swings it and slaps Jenny on her buttocks with the leash end. Jenny takes a lap or two of water in the same way.

The taste of the rubber mingles with the flavours of the food. She lays down and is asleep in moments. She aches all over. Her mouth is full of the taste of the rubber bone; she fell asleep with it still in her mouth. Her face feels sore where the stiff leather edge of the muzzle has pressed against her cheek.

As make money with camtasia thinks about double-barrier knock out call option events of the past few hours, she feels nothing except gratitude for the way Ylena, Corinne and Gerry have responded to her needs. She can hear Corinne in the bathroom. Corinne emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in towels.

She looks down at Jenny as she scampers by, heading for the loo. Jenny practically chokes as Corinne reaches down and grabs her by the collar. Jenny knows what she has to do. Jenny stays down on all fours and spreads her legs as wide as she can, letting a stream of pee fall to the ground. It feels wonderful in spite of the humiliation. Before she lets Jenny back into the bedroom she wipes her off with some toilet paper. That at least is an acknowledgement of the difficulties which come with this sort of game.

She crouches down beside Jenny. She unfastens the mittens, freeing her hands and takes off the muzzle. She knows this is going to be a workable approach. Oh, and put your hands behind your back until you need them.

Jenny does as she is told. Corinne leads the way out of the room and into the corridor. Jenny spends green room binary options review of her time observing, naked and wearing her collar. The faculty take no more notice of her than they do any of the participants and the participants take no notice of her at all.

Jenny makes a note to herself that this is an area which needs exploration; the effect of expectations on the perception of reality. Much of what the participants are put through corresponds exactly to the experiences Jenny originally endured.

Jenny does her initial interviews. She thought it was going to be more difficult than it turned out to be. And, once she gets started, she finds it easy to sink herself in the process.

Just go through the sequence, she tells herself. Day time observations, interviews and recording. A bangla forex tutorial youtube of rating the significance of research.

Jenny is back after her first week. She seems very happy and relaxed and - fulfilled. She was really keen to talk about her week. That surprised me, but I am glad that she feels she can. Actually, I am relieved that she feels she can share this with me.

She was full of how much she learned and how the data was really what she hoped for and how well, what she had recorded this time corresponded to her own experience, last time.

I guess watching people in an erotic situation for a week gets your juices flowing, no matter how good an academic you are!

The down side is that the Inward Bound experiences seem to cast a very long shadow over us and that disturbs me. She received an email this morning. Now she's thinking about nothing how to get lots of money in 2k14 again. Apparently, she says, her tattoo isn't finished. I know she said that when she came back first of keuntungan broker forex dari mana but — jeez — there's hardly a part of her back that isn't covered with ink.

Sure, it looks good — actually better than I thought was possible — and she's really proud of it — but more? Sometimes, I just wish she could get over the whole experience and the two of us could get back to normal.

Anyway she had this email from, what's his name? I can't say I'm happy about it, especially since most futures prime broker the places I've seen doing tattoos seem pretty sleazy.

And, like I said, it just seems as though Inward Bound are trying to keep their hands beginners guide to day trading online pdf to her.

But one thing's for sure. If she's going down to see him, I'm going too. Ink Inc is a surprise. I'd expected a sort of shop, I suppose, maybe under a railway arch somewhere, pictures in the window of bare backs with blue red and black designs across them but this is as different from my expectations as it could possibly be. I mean, she says she's a submissive but she still seems to have a mind of her own.

The studio looks more like the offices of an advertising agency than a tattoo parlour. The waiting room is clean and bright, lots of Art Deco style and a friendly receptionist who offers us tea while we wait - a bit like going to see a private doctor or dentist. Jonathan appears after about fifteen minutes — we'd been early anyway, Jenny had been so keen to get there that she'd insisted on us leaving plenty of time spare at every step of the journey. Jonathan turns out to be Chinese, from London as far as I can tell: He'd just been 'Jonathan'.

There's something very likeable about him. He seems to have a very open, pleasant personality that makes it easy to be comfortable with him. Now that sounds a bit strange to me. As if she is an object rather than a person. But Jenny doesn't seem bothered. She just blushes and lowers her eyes.

Jonathan senses my discomfort. I assumed Jonathan wasn't in a relationship, for some reason. She sounds a bit like a Californian girl I used to know. She's tall, taller than Jonathan, with pronounced Chinese features apart from her black hair which is really curly. Jenny doesn't say anything. Perhaps I stared too hard at her, trying to work her out. Are you starting with Jenny now? Ros turns to me. It's hard work waiting around in the studio while one of us is working.

I am going to have to confess to inconsistency — and to being a man! Now Jenny is looking a bit concerned. Well it won't hurt if she has something to be just a little concerned about, I think. It introduces a little symmetry into the situation! Jenny looks even more worried as Jonathan leads her out of the waiting room. Ros is on the far side of the room, fixing coffee with a precision that made me think she takes more pleasure in coffee than Easy forex mt4 mobile ever do.

The curls of her hair bounce in response. As she does so, the door opens and a young, slim, smartly dressed man with procedure of purchasing and selling shares through demat account neatly trimmed goatee beard comes in together with an elfin girl in her early national stock exchange certified capital market professional. Ros thinks for a moment.

Jenny got hers at Inward Bound didn't she? Nicola's not really done anything with them.

Not really her thing. I assumed you were quite keen — for Jenny, I mean. Well, to be honest I'm confused by it all. I find it easy to talk to Ros, I don't know why.

Jenny and I have not always it easy to talk about some things in our relationship. I would hate to do anything to hurt or upset her. I've seen too much of all that. But perhaps, you can be too close to someone to talk with complete freedom about everything? When you are close enough to understand that careless words can wound and the deeper and more intimate is the issue of the moment, the more careful you have to be, so that your words build the relationship and not build obstacles between you?

Maybe you should be a bit more open to things. Ros's bluntness is a bit disconcerting and I guess I snap back in response. I hadn't realised it was such a touchy subject. Look, Jonathan and I are pretty open with each other about our turn-ons. I forget sometimes other people don't do that. She smiles and nods. Outsider is certainly the right word.

I am disappointed that there is an important part of her life that doesn't include me. That did not grow from our relationship together. I can see how she feels. You must know it's important to her? If it was not, she would not have gone through the Inward Bound experience. That's pretty heavy stuff by anyone's opinion. You could see it when she went off with Jonathan just now.

The look on her face - anticipation and anxiety — says it all. I've seen it lots of times. As Ros talks I realise that she has more than an observer's interest …. You should think about it — if nothing else it might let you feel something that Jenny feels. But surely I know how Jenny feels, or do I? Ros looks steadily across at me.

She is faintly intimidating. It feels uncomfortable, but not disturbing. There is something compelling about the combination of her oriental features and her American directness and bounce. I could — just — imagine letting her near me with a tattoo needle. And actually, the elfin Nicola could have attractions as well. Now just wait a minute! Is this mindset infectious? I bring myself back to the discussion. Celebrated British TV adventures of the famous Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot.

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Anatoly is the only man that Angela has ever let inside her knickers. Angela has hopes for what might take place, at the end of the evening. Angela was a young idealist then, about to go to University. She was, with the many others, protesting at the installation of Cruise Missiles by the United States Air Force at the Greenham Common Air Base. His position as a KGB officer was something he kept to himself, something he did not share with any of his lovers.

Not in England at least. Over the intervening years, Angela kept her links with the peace movement. She felt it was almost a matter of professional pride, as someone free printable earnest money contract with madness, to be naturally opposed to war. And she kept her links with Anatoly, too. He became a very successful entrepreneur with interests in oil, gas, minerals, engineering and security.

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Ahead, in the entrance foyer stands Anatoly. Tall and muscular, he has lost none of his vitality, charm nor his looks with the passing of years.

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Over the meal, the two friends catch up. Angela talks and talks; the talk a substitute for touching. What do you think of this?

Last year, an American phoned me to arrange an interview. He knows that the best way to avoid being listened to is not to look as though you are saying anything of consequence. I was bundled into a car with some other men. They told me I was being arrested and took me away …. But, was that what they were interested in? I mean, that would at least make how much money does ncaa make off of march madness sort of stupid sense that these people believe in.

They were interested in one of my postgrads, and interested in my visits here. And they were interested in you. And one of your students? He is having no success. The name means nothing to Anatoly. He shrugs and says so. What did these policemen think I was doing with your student? They just kept going round and round about you and the Russians and her research and how you were supposed to have put me up to sending her….

Even for security services. What had you got this student — McEwan - doing for goodness sake? Angela tries to gather herself. They put the participants through jquery drop down menu select option consensual slave training routines, that sort of thing and I thought it would be an ideal experimental situation.

Angela blushes but presses on. Someone from your Royal Family? In case you had any trouble from them. If you travelled to the US or the UK …. They relax in post coital bliss.

Why, thinks Angela, just why am I so randy? He rolls her onto copy paste work from home without investment in mumbai back once more and spreads her legs.

She feels his penis once more advancing down her vagina. She feels him bottom out at the entrance to her cervix. She feels him beginning to fuck her again. He is going to take his pleasure inside her again. There is nothing she can do to stop him. She responds, rocking her hips towards him in delicious harmony.

She might as well. There will be no stopping until orgasm — untill they each orgasm! Presently, during the throes of her next orgasm, she feels his ejaculation. The injection of hot, potent sperm right into her womb. What if she comes back from Moscow pregnant? Anatoly returns to his flat next morning.

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He expects his wife and daughter, Sveta and Alana, back from St Petersburg in the evening. He thinks back over the meal with Clegg and how Clegg seemed to be warning him away from interfering in the UK. Maybe what he was really saying was to stay away from this Inward Bound business?

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If Freddie has gone to this much effort, then he really must see some potential in then Inward Bound operation. And that is not going to be for consensual BDSM holidays if Anatoly knows anything at all about Clegg. Therefore he, Anatoly, needs to know a lot more about it. Anatoly is in terrific shape. He is very good company, he has a ready smile that reveals even white teeth but he also has a quiet and unmistakeably authoritative presence.

You straighten yourself up and measure your words more carefully, when you met him. He is an interesting mixture of attitudes. He is traditional and loves his country. He has travelled widely for the government. He breathed a sigh of relief when the old Soviet State collapsed; seizing the opportunities to carve out a business empire for himself.

He is strictly honest and upright in his dealings — and you had better be, too. He remains very well connected to the people who matter, when the chips are down. Then again, while he is strictly honest, not all his enterprises are strictly legal. He has indulged some of his fantasies to good business effect. For a slave trader, he is very anxious about the way his boys and girls are used. He provides a full after sales service and expects them to be well cared for.

He ran into problems with a client once, who thought that purchase bought rights without responsibilities. He was guilty, of course. He served as a salutary example to others. Anatoly has had no cause for concern ever since. He regards the Clegg Organisation as old fashioned and casual. A bit like those other amateurs in the Circus.

He finds himself increasingly, almost irrationally, irritated when they bumble across his path, as he sees it. Anatoly and Sveta met like many couples do, at work. In their case, they were both working for the KGB. She is tough, sexy, terrifying, subtle and intuitive. She is also very beautiful; tall athletic and with the grace of a gymnast. She has a swarthy complexion and dark hair. She has high cheek bones and her black hair is free from grey — a sure sign of some Mongolian blood, somewhere in her family past, they say.

Sveta is happy for Anatoly to take centre stage but she is always there, just a step behind him. Sveta is very loyal to Anatoly and he to her in his own fashion, as the song goes.

She had carefully braided hair with silver beads at the end. He had his head shaven too. Sveta has not given him permission to grow his hair again and he had been wise enough not to ask: That evening, Anatoly and Sveta retire early. Sveta has a surprise for Anatoly — two actually. You know how things are with Angela.

Anatloy decides honesty is the best policy. Especially when, as now, he is strapped down across their bed with his backside nicely elevated over a pile of cushions. I wanted an excuse. I have brought something just for you. Anatoly tenses, expecting pain but relaxes when Sveta rubs his bottom with a warm damp cloth.

He relaxes and is taken completely off guard when Sveta lands a birch switch across both his buttocks at once! For several minutes she plays the fiery, stinging twigs over his thighs, his back, his bum. Sveta pauses and wipes his skin once more but this time the warm damp cloth bights, too.

He squeezes his buttocks together and strains at the straps but He is held just where he is. They have been trying for several months, in fact over a year but nothing is happening so I have arranged for them to see a specialist. To give nature a helping hand! She needs a nanny. Someone who will stay the course, Anatoly! She deals another couple of stripes to his backside. Here is something to help. She takes the warm brine cloth and lays it carefully across his bum.

It stays there, burning. There was the business when they mistakenly abducted Alana. And now this business with Angela. It would be just like him to look after his own. I never got her back. Clegg really ought to answer some questions. Or somebody else ought to answer some questions on his behalf. Maybe just maybe there was a way to solve the two problems with one answer …. Freddie Clegg is deep in thought. Larry gave him an update earlier in the day. Larry seemed pretty upbeat about progress but, for Freddie, there are still big questions about the McEwan girl in his mind.

What was her name? They could try having another chat, Freddie supposes, but would that help? He stares out across the office. The whole affair still has the distinctive paw marks of the Russian bear all over it. That sounded just like the devious Russian. A handler like Dawney would be classic KGB operations too. Clegg grunts and scowls. Double bluff, double cross, double back.

However, he can understand Anatoly still being pissed about Tricia. Anger, a sense of betrayal, a desire for revenge; he understands all of those. Any one of them would prompt Anatoly to cause problems.

Maybe a little, say, intervention is required; something that will keep the Russians off his back. Babushka is the Russian name for a grandmother who, traditionally, would stay at home to help look after her grandchildren. The misadventures of Trish. See Market Forces by Freddie Clegg. Chapters 68 and Jenny stows her bag under the table in the hall. I went through it when I came back from work.

Called here just before lunch. I told them you were at work. Gave them your mobile and the office number. Thought it might have been one of your friends from Suffolk.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I realise I have used the wrong tone. It will sound unkind and dismissive. Jenny patiently ignores my barbed remarks. Things have been getting difficult again lately. That and my next trip abroad which is only a few weeks away. I will be away in June and then again in November. Things always get a bit strained between us when I have to go away.

She comes across and sits on the floor beside me. I toss the remote down on the coffee table, leaving the TV tuned to News It should keep the office happy for a bit. I had the mobile on all the time though. It had been a woman, foreign.

I was left feeling uneasy but I could not explain to myself why I should feel that way. She had ordered an odd collection of psychological papers and back numbers of Second Skin and she had been anxious to get her hands on them so she could press on with her research.

I reach down and stroke her neck. She arches her head back. Then you can cook. On the occasions when I can overcome my reticence, Jenny always seems to finds it a real turn on. She kisses me on the cheek and heads upstairs and I feel another pang of guilt for being so conventional, so un-adventurous. In the room Jenny uses for her study, she finds the parcel sitting on her desk and opens it.

She adds the articles and magazines to the pile. As she does so, she stops and thinks. She was sure there had been a copy of Second Skin on top of the pile. She remembered the cover photograph on the magazine: She wants to jot herself a note, just a reminder to check the new articles against the list of items she still has to read, but where is her pen?

Jenny is certain that she left it on the desk but finds it only after a search on the floor. And where are the post-its?

They turn up in the desk drawer. What have you lost now? Just my pen and some other things turned up in the wrong places, I am sure I did not leave them, in the places where I found them. Actually I looked for your pen when I took the parcel up. If true, this would be progress, she thinks.

Jenny takes a sip of gin and soon the problem is forgotten. Neither Jenny nor Joe imagine that someone else may have been in the house; someone interested in Jenny and the work she is doing; someone who should really have been more careful not to leave traces of their visit. Jenny McEwan calls to see Professor Dawney, her research supervisor. Because of what has happened in the past, there is a tension which neither of them is prepared to acknowledge. Each blames the other for things that happened, but neither wants to let the other know that is the case.

She is also keeping her true feelings in check, submerging them under the minutiae of her project activities and the politeness of professionalism. You are using SPSS? This project is really beginning to gather some momentum. It certainly seems that way. Andy says he can cover my undergraduate tutorials and there are some references I would like to follow up at the Royal Society of Medicine.

They have some hard copy journals that our library does not take. Dawney is happy to have the chance to grant Jenny a favour. She likes to build up credits with her students.

That would be just fine. Chance to meet some old friends. That seems so long ago now! Some of the methods being discussed might be relevant, when you come to work up your data. She has the chance to have a last day out with Joe. That will be a good way to send him off. On Tuesday morning, Jenny and I leave home for London. I have a meeting with the consulting engineers working with my employers on a new project in Cambodia. The project Team including me will then travelling on to link up with our Korean partners in Seoul.

We catch the 9. We have time to enjoy a leisurely lunch together before its time for me to go to the meeting. We are alone in the Square. The rest of my colleagues must have arrived and I am grateful for that. Be thankful for small mercies! We hug tight once more, kiss and part. I turn one last time on the threshold of the office door.

Jenny waves one last time and blows me a kiss. Inside the Reception Area I find my bags and also find, to my great surprise that I am first to arrive. The Receptionist shows me to the meeting room where I spend several minutes alone. Suddenly I hear the commotion of people arriving and follow the noise out to Reception where I find the rest of the boys, who have been held up in traffic. Whilst they haul their bags out from the taxi and collect their papers for the meeting, I take the chance to make a final call to Jenny.

At which point, my call to Jenny breaks up in a fizz and crackle of static. Technology is all very well when it works, and it works much less often than the electronics people are prepared to admit. The meeting has been convened to reviewing the project outline and to confirm our understanding about exactly what each of the team will be responsible for and our aims for the forthcoming meetings in Seoul and the field trip to Cambodia, afterwards.

The meeting goes smoothly, surprisingly smoothly; smoothly enough to give me time to text Jenny to see if she is OK, after the interrupted call. One of the team calls me out to the office vestibule, saying that their taxi to Heathrow is due. I check my mobile. There is no reply from Jenny. I excuse myself and call Jenny. Once again, there is no reply, so I leave her a voice mail. We clamber aboard and begin our journey to Heathrow.

I think she told her Boss that she had work to do down here, though! I laugh out loud. We are now on our final descent to Incheon International Airport. Please return to your seat and fasted your seat belts.

One of my companions nudges me in the ribs, as I wake reluctantly from sleep to the bustle of the cabin and the cabin crew carrying out their final checks, before landing. Just why do you get so tired, just sitting, eating and drinking? I fill in the immigration paperwork as the Boeing makes its final approach. I glance out of the cabin window. The aircraft threads its way through the other ground traffic to its assigned gate. The journey has taken almost eleven hours.

I never find it easy know which day is, which on these trips! Although we all flow effortlessly through baggage reclaim, immigration and passport control, the official checks and monitoring is meticulous. I glance at my phone; the strength of the mobile signal is excellent. I think about texting her but as I emerge from the arrivals channel I see the driver who been sent to collect us.

At the monolithic Marriott Hotel in the city centre a smiling concierge in traditional Korean dress greets us. After the usual hotel formalities, she sees to it that we are ushered to our rooms.

I take immediate advantage of the internet connection and check my e-mail. There is no message from Jenny. No message at Reception. No text on my phone. Since her stint at Inward Bound she has been really conscientious …. At least, I can send an email: But what about you? I check the time, trying to get my mind to comprehend what time it is here, what time it is back home and what time my body thinks it is. Perhaps 6pm tomorrow evening? That will be 9am in the UK.

Yes, that will be much better. Flying eastwards scrambles my body rhythms very effectively. I slept on the flight and now my body is becoming more alert even though here, in Seoul, night is drawing on.

As result I spend a fitful night. I wake only partially refreshed. Sleep has been constantly disturbed by worries about Jenny. There were no messages on my phone from anyone. Unfortunately, my good intentions are ignored, because I finally fall asleep. Thursday starts early and finishes late. We meet with our South Korean partners to review development opportunities in what used to be called IndoChina.

The Koreans are very interested in Cambodia and proudly describe the humiliation of the quaint French colonial cityscape in Phnom Penh by a multi story gold coloured tower block. It would be at home in any city anywhere around the world and has nothing to indicate that it is a Cambodian building.

But it is very cleverly engineered. We discuss the hydrology of the Mekong river system and the potential for hydro-electric power generation or rather the lack of potent, as a consequence of the management of the river by the Chinese within their territory. We look at proposals for wind farms and solar power generation schemes - and much else besides. The pace of the day does not slacken as evening draws on. Our hosts are welcoming. Lavish hospitality is provided.

Protocol and the desire for future cooperation between companies, ensure that the hospitality is accepted and enjoyed by us all. During breakfast on Saturday, I get my mobile out and go to call Jenny. If Jenny has stuck to her plans to get well ahead of her research schedule, she will have been working very intensively and may be fast asleep in bed.

I decide to try my phone again with a text: Got to the hotel safely. Got the chance to do some sightseeing today. I pick up the call immediately, expecting to hear Jenny at last. Well, why not I think. I look across the hotel lobby and there they all are.

We head off to see what Seoul has to offer. I go up to my room to phone Jenny. The call connects without problems. It rings …… and rings ……. Leave your message after the beep ……. Perhaps Jenny has gone shopping? The local Tesco is open 24 hours and on a Saturday it would make sense to get there early before the crowds of other Saturday shoppers arrive.

Why am I getting so uneasy? Before dinner I check my phone. I check my e-mail; no message from Jenny there either. My unease is getting worse. The strands are beginning to mass together into thick dark clouds of real anxiety. I join the rest of the team for dinner but my mind is thousands of miles away, in the English midlands. I try to think through the possibilities. A deadline from Angela? It could be something to do with Inward Bound, I suppose. Maybe she needed to go back to Suffolk?

That would certainly put her out of contact. I chew over the possibilities once more. But perhaps Jenny has been taken ill? Could she be in hospital in London? Was that why her call broke off? You still suffering from jet lag?

I make some apologies, as the meal ends. All I can think of is trying to lose my worries in sleep. I excuse myself and head for bed. Sleep eludes me for most of the night. It seems as if I am not sleeping but then I wake up. A plan was formed, overnight, in my mind. I guess it comes with the job. If Jenny is at work, Cath will know and everything will be all right. She will almost certainly know what the problem has been, too. When I know the lie of the land, I can bring the conversation round to mention Jenny.

When I call, Cath is cheerful and her voice carries no hint of bad news as she greets me. Just for a moment, it is a relief. Tell her the best thing is Prof: So where are you two?? The longer Cath keeps up her breezy patter the sicker I feel. I was just calling to ask if you have seen Jenny at all.

I can hear it straightaway in her voice. You must be worried sick. She has not been in work at all …. I bring up their number on my phone and - hesitate. I decide to wait for Cath. To see what she has to say. In the event I only have to wait another hour until Cath returns my call. Thanks for going round. Is there anything else I can do?

She seems able to sniff Jenny out from wherever she is. I call the Palmers. Perhaps the search for Jenny will end here? Even after thirty years in the UK her voice has Swedish accents. Andrew and I were just talking about you. After you get back from your next trip. Zhenny said you would be away soon? Oh and Zhenny — I have been trying to reach her. Where have you put her, Zhoe? Where have you put her? Jenny is not with her parents and they do not know where she is.

When I made a last call to Jenny, just before I went to the airport, we were cut off. I thought, well, maybe one of you had been taken ill and she had gone to help look after you. Have you thought about your phone at home? A fault on the line? Our own phone is OK because I left a message on the answer machine. She is not answering her mobile and her colleagues at work have not seen her.

One of them went round to our place but there was no sign. I was thinking that perhaps Jenny was taken ill in London and is in hospital or something. Statistical Package for the Social Sciences. The Royal Society of Medicine has the best medical library in the United Kingdom.

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This time there is no Jenny. But now, at least, I am back. Back and able to take charge of the situation. I walk off the Heathrow Airport Shuttle train and straight into the hotel.

As I check in, the Receptionist hands me a package, from Andrew. The contents of the package and the accompanying note, show why Andrew had a successful career in the Army.

Andrew does not waste words, his note is brusque and completely to the point. I have assumed she was on foot. Actually she told them she received a message from a friend to say Jenny had been admitted.

Unfortunately, no success at all. Marylebone Police Station covers the area. They need to speak to you urgently. I made you an appointment for Ask for Sergeant Borland. Andrew is not going to give his daughter up easily. And, neither am I. I strip and shower and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I walk out onto Praed Street and into a bright crisp morning. The sunshine lifts my spirits. This is the day, I feel, that I begin to get my wife back! Marylebone Police Station stands at the end of Seymour Street near Wigmore Street, not very far from the Venetian Restaurant.

The last place Jenny and I shared a meal together. The anxiety begins to rise as soon as the building comes into view. Will I be able to answer their questions? The entrance smells of disinfectant. After the sunshine outside, the gloom simply deepens around me. I approach the receptionist — a uniformed officer — safe behind a plate glass screen.

He could be a constable. I clear my throat. The official narrows his eyes and inclines his head slightly as he listens to me. I allow myself a momentary smile. There is a movement behind me. I spoke to your father in law, …er … Mr Palmer, when he came to report the disappearance of your wife.

I want you to know that my colleagues and I will do all we can to find Mrs McEwan. There is a lot of work to do and we have to start with quite a lot of questions. How unconvincing I must sound. How do you sound when your wife has vanished? Borland opens a file and shuffles paper. Her questions come thick and fast.

But then, I suppose I am …. What was her native language, which languages did she speak? Her email address, phone numbers, mobile number, mobile network provider? What circumstances lead to her disappearance? Had this happened before? The Sergeant looks up, her brow wrinkled: I feel myself start to blush. They will show me straight out of the building. Accuse me of wasting police time. One evening some men came and took her into custody for interrogation.

They brought her back, er, a couple of days after. Sergeant Borland stops writing. She leans back in her chair and looks steadily at me across the table. The Sergeant begins again more slowly. Second, speak to Professor Angela Dawney who was also taken and interrogated. I will write down their addresses.