<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1ob6bSWO1qe0da0o1_500.jpg)</div><br/>He must have felt guilty if he was cooking. Jackie had learned over the years that while Marc never apologized he always found some way to make it up to her.<br/><br/>“Toad in the hole please,” she told him kissing his cheek, “And spike my coffee. Watching girls piss doesn’t exactly get me off.”<br/><br/>With that in mind, Jackie went to retrieve her mask. The last thing she wanted was for this to drag on, like a lame horse struggling along until someone put it out of its misery. This job was supposed to be quick and clean. Now she was going to have to feed, clothe and potty train some captive.<br/><br/>Pulling the gold shield over her face she mustered up enough gumption to walk through the door.<br/><br/>“Awake I see,” she said by way of greeting. With no other preamble she hooked her hand under the bounds Marc had so artfully tied and began to drag Jasmine down the hall.<br/>