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A Lowland Adventure - Mr. Maxwells' Vacation

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Dear Reader, I again will be presenting, for your diversion, an extended story from my fevered brain. The form is a mystery romance. It will develop slowly and carry the Reader (I hope) on an entertaining and mostly pleasant adventure. It is mostly not concentrated on sex and torture. However, in keeping with this forum's name and my own twisted, prurient interests, there will be some Bondage, Discipline, and Sado-Masochism. But it will be far from wall-to-wall coverage. There will be a little consensual sex, but not described in pornographic detail.

I bid you to approach this work in a state of mind that craves escape, engaging characters, and suspense. It will be extended. I suggest you embrace it as if reading Dickens, whose long works were serialized in monthly magazines. Or even more relevantly, as a reader of The Strand Magazine from the late nineteenth to the early twentieth-century London. There you could read the Hercule Poirot stories by Agatha Christie, the Jeeves stories of P. G. Wodehouse, and most especially the short stories of Arthur Conan Doyle as he introduced to the world's first and only "Consulting Detective," Sherlock Holmes. In those monthly publications, beginning in August 1901 and concluding in April 1902, he serialized his third and most famous novel featuring Holmes, The Hound of the Baskervilles. It was a book that told a hair-raising mystery/adventure and evoked a sense of place and atmosphere. Readers lined up for blocks outside the magazine's offices, waiting to get the next installment.

This story is naturally a far cry from such quality of fiction and detection. However, with the help of the lovely and widely talented Eulalia Mctaggert, I have tried to bring the beautiful countryside and lilting tongues of Gallovidia alive to my Readers while teasing with a little mystery story. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.

Introduction

Alex Maxwell was a mild-mannered criminal profiler from Madison, WI. When he decides to take a vacation in his family's ancestral home in Gallovidia, Scotland, he has no idea of either the romance or the danger that awaits him there.

In Gallovidia, Alex meets a comely and mysterious Scottish Lassie, Jessie McTaggert. While these two are about as different as any two can be, Alex is immediately captivated by her beautiful eyes and lilting voice. On the other hand, Jessie is suspicious and resentful of the outlander with his rude American manners. However, gradually, a mutual and undeniable attraction grows between them.

The relationship between these two develops against the background of a clandestine worldwide criminal conspiracy operating out of the Scottish Lowlands. While hiking deep into the Northern Forest, Alex spies what might be a crime committed in the distance. Unable to convince local police that there was a crime, the two proceed to investigate it themselves. The pursuit of a possible serial kidnapper of young women leads them to dark and unexpected evil in the seemingly peaceful and idyllic Scottish Lowlands and a criminal enterprise that extends far beyond the coasts of Great Britain.

Gallovidia is sometimes called the Garden of Scotland, and justly so. The region, lies on a south-facing slope with its feet lapped by the Solway and its shoulders propped against beautiful ranges of mountains. From these uplands, broad silver rivers wind south through undulating pastures and tracks of woodland, a wonderful farming country, to run at length into the Solway Firth. And far across the water, or miles of rippled sand when the tide is out, are the blue hills of Cumbria

The pursuit throws together this ‘odd couple’ until a growing respect and then affection blossoms. Will they overcome their differences to find love? Will their investigation uncover the mastermind of a worldwide criminal conspiracy? Will the kidnapper catch the Lassie before they catch him?

This thrilling story invites comparison with Kidnapped and The Lady Vanishes. Not since the Five Red Herrings and the Thirty-Nine Steps has a book used the beautiful countryside of Lowlands of Scotland in such a puzzling and terrifying mystery. You will not be able to put it down!
 
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montycrusto

Slave Trader
Dear Reader, I again will be presenting, for your diversion, an extended story from my fevered brain. The form is a mystery romance. It will develop slowly and carry the Reader (I hope) on an entertaining and mostly pleasant adventure. It is mostly not concentrated on sex and torture. However, in keeping with this forum's name and my own twisted, prurient interests, there will be some Bondage, Discipline, and Sado-Masochism. But it will be far from wall-to-wall coverage. There will be a little consensual sex, but not described in pornographic detail.

I bid you to approach this work in a state of mind that craves escape, engaging characters, and suspense. It will be extended. I suggest you embrace it as if reading Dickens, whose long works were serialized in monthly magazines. Or even more relevantly, as a reader of The Strand Magazine from the late nineteenth to the early twentieth-century London. There you could read the Hercule Poirot stories by Agatha Christie, the Jeeves stories of P. G. Wodehouse, and most especially the short stories of Arthur Conan Doyle as he introduced to the world's first and only "Consulting Detective," Sherlock Holmes. In those monthly publications, beginning in August 1901 and concluding in April 1902, he serialized his third and most famous novel featuring Holmes, The Hound of the Baskervilles. It was a book that told a hair-raising mystery/adventure and evoked a sense of place and atmosphere. Readers lined up for blocks outside the magazine's offices, waiting to get the next installment.

This story is naturally a far cry from such quality of fiction and detection. However, with the help of the lovely and widely talented Eulalia Mctaggert, I have tried to bring the beautiful countryside and lilting tongues of Gallovidia alive to my Readers while teasing with a little mystery story. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.

Introduction

Alex Maxwell was a mild-mannered criminal profiler from Madison, WI. When he decides to take a vacation in his family's ancestral home in Gallovidia, Scotland, he has no idea of either the romance or the danger that awaits him there.

In Gallovidia, Alex meets a comely and mysterious Scottish Lassie, Jessie Mctaggert. While these two are about as different as any two can be, Alex is immediately captivated by her beautiful eyes and lilting voice. On the other hand, Jessie is suspicious and resentful of the outlander with his rude American manners. However, gradually, a mutual and undeniable attraction grows between them.

The relationship between these two develops against the background of a clandestine worldwide criminal conspiracy operating out of the Scottish Lowlands. While hiking deep into the Northern Forest, Alex spies what might be a crime committed in the distance. Unable to convince local police that there was a crime, the two proceed to investigate it themselves. The pursuit of a possible serial kidnapper of young women leads them to dark and unexpected evil in the seemingly peaceful and idyllic Scottish Lowlands and a criminal enterprise that extends far beyond the coasts of Great Britain.

Gallovidia is sometimes called the Garden of Scotland, and justly so. The region, lies on a south-facing slope with its feet lapped by the Solway and its shoulders propped against beautiful ranges of mountains. From these uplands, broad silver rivers wind south through undulating pastures and tracks of woodland, a wonderful farming country, to run at length into the Solway Firth. And far across the water, or miles of rippled sand when the tide is out, are the blue hills of Cumbria

The pursuit throws together this ‘odd couple’ until a growing respect and then affection blossoms. Will they overcome their differences to find love? Will their investigation uncover the mastermind of a worldwide criminal conspiracy? Will the kidnapper catch the Lassie before they catch him?

This thrilling story invites comparison with Kidnapped and The Lady Vanishes. Not since the Five Red Herrings and the Thirty-Nine Steps has a book used the beautiful countryside of Lowlands of Scotland in such a puzzling and terrifying mystery. You will not be able to put it down!
“Once upon a time... yadda yadda yadda... happily ever after “ ;)
Looking forward to it :thumbsup:
 
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Fossy

Senator
Dear Reader, I again will be presenting, for your diversion, an extended story from my fevered brain. The form is a mystery romance. It will develop slowly and carry the Reader (I hope) on an entertaining and mostly pleasant adventure. It is mostly not concentrated on sex and torture. However, in keeping with this forum's name and my own twisted, prurient interests, there will be some Bondage, Discipline, and Sado-Masochism. But it will be far from wall-to-wall coverage. There will be a little consensual sex, but not described in pornographic detail.

I bid you to approach this work in a state of mind that craves escape, engaging characters, and suspense. It will be extended. I suggest you embrace it as if reading Dickens, whose long works were serialized in monthly magazines. Or even more relevantly, as a reader of The Strand Magazine from the late nineteenth to the early twentieth-century London. There you could read the Hercule Poirot stories by Agatha Christie, the Jeeves stories of P. G. Wodehouse, and most especially the short stories of Arthur Conan Doyle as he introduced to the world's first and only "Consulting Detective," Sherlock Holmes. In those monthly publications, beginning in August 1901 and concluding in April 1902, he serialized his third and most famous novel featuring Holmes, The Hound of the Baskervilles. It was a book that told a hair-raising mystery/adventure and evoked a sense of place and atmosphere. Readers lined up for blocks outside the magazine's offices, waiting to get the next installment.

This story is naturally a far cry from such quality of fiction and detection. However, with the help of the lovely and widely talented Eulalia Mctaggert, I have tried to bring the beautiful countryside and lilting tongues of Gallovidia alive to my Readers while teasing with a little mystery story. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing.

Introduction

Alex Maxwell was a mild-mannered criminal profiler from Madison, WI. When he decides to take a vacation in his family's ancestral home in Gallovidia, Scotland, he has no idea of either the romance or the danger that awaits him there.

In Gallovidia, Alex meets a comely and mysterious Scottish Lassie, Jessie McTaggert. While these two are about as different as any two can be, Alex is immediately captivated by her beautiful eyes and lilting voice. On the other hand, Jessie is suspicious and resentful of the outlander with his rude American manners. However, gradually, a mutual and undeniable attraction grows between them.

The relationship between these two develops against the background of a clandestine worldwide criminal conspiracy operating out of the Scottish Lowlands. While hiking deep into the Northern Forest, Alex spies what might be a crime committed in the distance. Unable to convince local police that there was a crime, the two proceed to investigate it themselves. The pursuit of a possible serial kidnapper of young women leads them to dark and unexpected evil in the seemingly peaceful and idyllic Scottish Lowlands and a criminal enterprise that extends far beyond the coasts of Great Britain.

Gallovidia is sometimes called the Garden of Scotland, and justly so. The region, lies on a south-facing slope with its feet lapped by the Solway and its shoulders propped against beautiful ranges of mountains. From these uplands, broad silver rivers wind south through undulating pastures and tracks of woodland, a wonderful farming country, to run at length into the Solway Firth. And far across the water, or miles of rippled sand when the tide is out, are the blue hills of Cumbria

The pursuit throws together this ‘odd couple’ until a growing respect and then affection blossoms. Will they overcome their differences to find love? Will their investigation uncover the mastermind of a worldwide criminal conspiracy? Will the kidnapper catch the Lassie before they catch him?

This thrilling story invites comparison with Kidnapped and The Lady Vanishes. Not since the Five Red Herrings and the Thirty-Nine Steps has a book used the beautiful countryside of Lowlands of Scotland in such a puzzling and terrifying mystery. You will not be able to put it down!
It's bookmarked and I'm ready for the ride! Looking forward to it PrPr
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
There is always evil:

A Lowland Adventure – Singapore, A Prelude in Pain

March 14, 2019

"A Hot Time in the Old Town"*

Graeme popped the flash drive in his laptop and opened the 4K MP4 file. The laptop output was tied to his 75 inch 4K TV. Knowing the kind of stuff Dimitri always sent him, Graeme knew this would be good.
A peaceful scene of the lower Volga plains appeared with The Alexandrov Red Army Choir performed По́люшко-по́ле (Song of the Plains), while Cossack dressed cavalry rode across the fields. As the music ended, a voice-over began.


Privet, moy dobryy droog.** I was invited to be a guest at a little party thrown by one of our best customers in Singapore. The guest of honor was that Swedish au pair girl you bagged in February. Our customer was so impressed that he arranged a select show and had a professional movie crew document the action. You will see participants are well masked. Many high government officials, judges, generals, very VIP! It is rather stimulating. I think you will agree. Please sit back and enjoy it. It is a most rewarding view of what your excellent work accomplishes."
The picture faded into a large room, all white, with a high ceiling studded with slow-turning fans and pilasters decorating the walls around the perimeter. The impression immediately was of British Colonial architecture. In the center, bathed in spotlights, was a black, stone platform, four feet long by one foot wide and about three high. Seated around it, in chairs in a semi-circle, were maybe twenty-five men and women of diverse races, formally dressed, and wearing black masks.

The camera and a spot turned to an entrance door that opened, emitting four large Amazons wearing high black-leather pointed boots, black-leather bikinis and corsets, black-leather wrist wraps, and black-leather demon masks. In the middle of them, draped in a black, floor-length cloak, and with a leather collar attached to a leash held by one of the women, was Maja.
Maja had been an excellent catch for Graeme. Between au pair jobs, with no one in Britain or Sweden expecting her, the strawberry blonde had disappeared without a trace. Using a crude American expression, she was built like a brick shithouse. Five-foot seven and one-half, 120 lbs, with spectacular breasts, a narrow muscular waist with a deep, hollow navel, flaring hips and butt and legs that seemed to go forever, she was like a classic Playmate from the '70s at 38-23-36. She had fetched an almost record sale price on the dark web auction. Maja was indeed a 'pearl of great price.'
The black cape highlighted her fair skin and full mane of red-blonde hair. Her guards led her to the platform and turned her to face the audience. They whipped away the cape, leaving Maja completely naked. The microphones picked up the collective gasp of appreciation at the erotic sight.

The guards urged Maja up onto the platform and laid her on her back. The camera zoomed in close to show the fear on her face. It then panned to her arms, where an Amazon placed a wire loop around each wrist. A smooth pan down her magnificent body, now gleaming with nervous sweat, revealed similar wire loops placed on her ankles.
The camera zoomed back and revealed that the four guards each had a small winch to which the wires were attached. The four slowly backed away from the platform, reeling out the cables. They came to four metal posts, fixed on the floor, about ten feet from the center.
Each winch was bolted to a post, and the women slowly turned the handles taking up the slack. Maja felt the tightening on her wrists and ankles. She stretched her arms up and out at about a 30-degree angle. She similarly raised her legs, though the spread there was much broader, more like 60 degrees.
As the wires became taut and dug painfully into Maja's skin, they stretched the girl wider and more cruelly. The women slowed the tightening and then stopped, locking the winches. Maja groaned at the pain as she sweated freely. The camera moved in for a closeup of her shaved pussy, fully exposed by her painfully spread legs.

It then swept slowly around the seated spectators, several already sweating and some, shifting their seat with pressure in the loins. Many were taking action to relieve the stress.
The Amazons, smiling, approached the bound girl, each with a box of short, wooden safety matches. They counted together, one - remove a match; two – strick it; three – hold it up; four – toss it onto Maja’s body.
The camera was close again, showing the Swedish girl's sweat-drenched, straining body. The matches, still burning, landed, one on a breast, two on her midsection, and one perilously close to the untrimmed patch about her cunt. Maja exploded in a cry and twisted violently to shake the tiny burning embers off her skin. The camera panned to show deep gouges in her wrists and ankles from the wire digging in with her struggles.

The guards smiled, and each lit another match. Now, rather than tossing them randomly, they were applied carefully, one to each nipple, one to the fur above her clit, and the last plunged slowly into her hollow navel. Again Maja reacted vigorously, undoubtedly causing even more damage and pain to her wrists and ankles.
The Amazons then invited the audience forward to a circular line about six feet from the girl and handed each a small box of matches. The room lights dimmed to one spotlight straight down on Maja's glistening, trembling body. The audience members were given a signal, and they lit their matches. Another sign, and they all at once tossed twenty-five burning matches toward the bound Swedish girl.

Graeme appreciated the setup's visual artistry, lights down, twenty-five tongues of flame, arching in the dark toward the center, and landing silently on her shapely, white body. A fraction of a second later, the poor girl screamed as almost two dozen small burns assaulted her senses. She violently arched her back and twisted to shake off the horrible little things. In a moment, all were off or extinguished by her copious sweat. Graeme also noted blood dripping from her ankles and wrists. Tut, Tut, he thought. Maja had better be careful, or she might seriously hurt herself.
The audience then was encouraged to use the rest of their matches (they each had been given only five – but that meant over one hundred tiny flames licking at Maja’s delicate skin. The arching trails of flame, the girl’s violent twisting, and her strident cries made an entertaining next few minutes.
And now the camera moved in to show her wide stretched pussy and legs. The thigh muscles could be seen clenching. Spectators were lined up to step between the girl’s legs and fuck her. As the first several did so, Maja protested the hard, dry entry. After a while, the ejaculations had lubricated her passage, and she quieted down.

However, quiet was not what the guards wanted. So they started lighting more of their matches and arousing her by snuffing them out on her nipples and in her navel. Especially her navel. Graeme wondered at how it must be burned after twenty or more matches sputtered out there.
The fourth audience member to step up was a portly woman. She lifted her dress to reveal a large strap-up, which she drove unceremoniously into her victim.
By the time the last man fucked her, Maja was lying slumped and barely conscious, no matter how much they burned her. The camera's closeup showed gobs of semen oozing from her gaping cunt with significant red blood mixed in.

The view went back to the Ukraine and Dimitri's voice-over.
“I pray you enjoyed it, Droog. I hope the hunting in Scotlund will be gud also. Please send us more good ones. Oh. I need tell you - I have a buyer who drools for slim brunettes with small breasts and a defiant streak. He will pay top dollar.

*"A Hot Time in the Old Town (Tonight)" – Title and refrain of a 1886 American Popular Song.

**Privet, moy dobryy droog – Greeting, my good friend.

From the song-
Devushki plachut,
Devushkam segodnya grustno,

Girls are crying,
Today the girls are downhearted.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
I have a buyer who drools for slim brunettes with small breasts and a defiant streak. He will pay top dollar.
Lowland Scotland beware! Hide your brunette daughters and wives!
 

Fossy

Senator
There is always evil:

A Lowland Adventure – Singapore, A Prelude in Pain

March 14, 2019

"A Hot Time in the Old Town"*

Graeme popped the flash drive in his laptop and opened the 4K MP4 file. The laptop output was tied to his 75 inch 4K TV. Knowing the kind of stuff Dimitri always sent him, Graeme knew this would be good.
A peaceful scene of the lower Volga plains appeared with The Alexandrov Red Army Choir performed По́люшко-по́ле (Song of the Plains), while Cossack dressed cavalry rode across the fields. As the music ended, a voice-over began.


Privet, moy dobryy droog.** I was invited to be a guest at a little party thrown by one of our best customers in Singapore. The guest of honor was that Swedish au pair girl you bagged in February. Our customer was so impressed that he arranged a select show and had a professional movie crew document the action. You will see participants are well masked. Many high government officials, judges, generals, very VIP! It is rather stimulating. I think you will agree. Please sit back and enjoy it. It is a most rewarding view of what your excellent work accomplishes."
The picture faded into a large room, all white, with a high ceiling studded with slow-turning fans and pilasters decorating the walls around the perimeter. The impression immediately was of British Colonial architecture. In the center, bathed in spotlights, was a black, stone platform, four feet long by one foot wide and about three high. Seated around it, in chairs in a semi-circle, were maybe twenty-five men and women of diverse races, formally dressed, and wearing black masks.

The camera and a spot turned to an entrance door that opened, emitting four large Amazons wearing high black-leather pointed boots, black-leather bikinis and corsets, black-leather wrist wraps, and black-leather demon masks. In the middle of them, draped in a black, floor-length cloak, and with a leather collar attached to a leash held by one of the women, was Maja.
Maja had been an excellent catch for Graeme. Between au pair jobs, with no one in Britain or Sweden expecting her, the strawberry blonde had disappeared without a trace. Using a crude American expression, she was built like a brick shithouse. Five-foot seven and one-half, 120 lbs, with spectacular breasts, a narrow muscular waist with a deep, hollow navel, flaring hips and butt and legs that seemed to go forever, she was like a classic Playmate from the '70s at 38-23-36. She had fetched an almost record sale price on the dark web auction. Maja was indeed a 'pearl of great price.'
The black cape highlighted her fair skin and full mane of red-blonde hair. Her guards led her to the platform and turned her to face the audience. They whipped away the cape, leaving Maja completely naked. The microphones picked up the collective gasp of appreciation at the erotic sight.

The guards urged Maja up onto the platform and laid her on her back. The camera zoomed in close to show the fear on her face. It then panned to her arms, where an Amazon placed a wire loop around each wrist. A smooth pan down her magnificent body, now gleaming with nervous sweat, revealed similar wire loops placed on her ankles.
The camera zoomed back and revealed that the four guards each had a small winch to which the wires were attached. The four slowly backed away from the platform, reeling out the cables. They came to four metal posts, fixed on the floor, about ten feet from the center.
Each winch was bolted to a post, and the women slowly turned the handles taking up the slack. Maja felt the tightening on her wrists and ankles. She stretched her arms up and out at about a 30-degree angle. She similarly raised her legs, though the spread there was much broader, more like 60 degrees.
As the wires became taut and dug painfully into Maja's skin, they stretched the girl wider and more cruelly. The women slowed the tightening and then stopped, locking the winches. Maja groaned at the pain as she sweated freely. The camera moved in for a closeup of her shaved pussy, fully exposed by her painfully spread legs.

It then swept slowly around the seated spectators, several already sweating and some, shifting their seat with pressure in the loins. Many were taking action to relieve the stress.
The Amazons, smiling, approached the bound girl, each with a box of short, wooden safety matches. They counted together, one - remove a match; two – strick it; three – hold it up; four – toss it onto Maja’s body.
The camera was close again, showing the Swedish girl's sweat-drenched, straining body. The matches, still burning, landed, one on a breast, two on her midsection, and one perilously close to the untrimmed patch about her cunt. Maja exploded in a cry and twisted violently to shake the tiny burning embers off her skin. The camera panned to show deep gouges in her wrists and ankles from the wire digging in with her struggles.

The guards smiled, and each lit another match. Now, rather than tossing them randomly, they were applied carefully, one to each nipple, one to the fur above her clit, and the last plunged slowly into her hollow navel. Again Maja reacted vigorously, undoubtedly causing even more damage and pain to her wrists and ankles.
The Amazons then invited the audience forward to a circular line about six feet from the girl and handed each a small box of matches. The room lights dimmed to one spotlight straight down on Maja's glistening, trembling body. The audience members were given a signal, and they lit their matches. Another sign, and they all at once tossed twenty-five burning matches toward the bound Swedish girl.

Graeme appreciated the setup's visual artistry, lights down, twenty-five tongues of flame, arching in the dark toward the center, and landing silently on her shapely, white body. A fraction of a second later, the poor girl screamed as almost two dozen small burns assaulted her senses. She violently arched her back and twisted to shake off the horrible little things. In a moment, all were off or extinguished by her copious sweat. Graeme also noted blood dripping from her ankles and wrists. Tut, Tut, he thought. Maja had better be careful, or she might seriously hurt herself.
The audience then was encouraged to use the rest of their matches (they each had been given only five – but that meant over one hundred tiny flames licking at Maja’s delicate skin. The arching trails of flame, the girl’s violent twisting, and her strident cries made an entertaining next few minutes.
And now the camera moved in to show her wide stretched pussy and legs. The thigh muscles could be seen clenching. Spectators were lined up to step between the girl’s legs and fuck her. As the first several did so, Maja protested the hard, dry entry. After a while, the ejaculations had lubricated her passage, and she quieted down.

However, quiet was not what the guards wanted. So they started lighting more of their matches and arousing her by snuffing them out on her nipples and in her navel. Especially her navel. Graeme wondered at how it must be burned after twenty or more matches sputtered out there.
The fourth audience member to step up was a portly woman. She lifted her dress to reveal a large strap-up, which she drove unceremoniously into her victim.
By the time the last man fucked her, Maja was lying slumped and barely conscious, no matter how much they burned her. The camera's closeup showed gobs of semen oozing from her gaping cunt with significant red blood mixed in.

The view went back to the Ukraine and Dimitri's voice-over.
“I pray you enjoyed it, Droog. I hope the hunting in Scotlund will be gud also. Please send us more good ones. Oh. I need tell you - I have a buyer who drools for slim brunettes with small breasts and a defiant streak. He will pay top dollar.

*"A Hot Time in the Old Town (Tonight)" – Title and refrain of a 1886 American Popular Song.

**Privet, moy dobryy droog – Greeting, my good friend.

From the song-
Devushki plachut,
Devushkam segodnya grustno,

Girls are crying,
Today the girls are downhearted.
Well, well, well ... After setting us up for a story that presented itself as a cross between Midsomer Murders and Miss Marple, we are 'hit' with one of the most erotic opening scenes imaginable!

But who's complaining? Not me my friend, not at all. A start par excellence!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Lowland Scotland beware! Hide your brunette daughters and wives!

Well, well, well ... After setting us up for a story that presented itself as a cross between Midsomer Murders and Miss Marple, we are 'hit' with one of the most erotic opening scenes imaginable!

But who's complaining? Not me my friend, not at all. A start par excellence!
That was in Singapore. Those kinds of things couldn't happen in the Scottish Lowlands - could they?:(:eek:
 
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