Dirk and Lance stepped forward. One picked her up by each arm and walked her towards the wooden cross. She could hear Santa on his phone behind them.

"Yeah...it’s on the grounds of the Naval Observatory...sign says something like ‘Vice President’s Residence’...something like that. Yeah... The trick shotgun... the one that always backfires...yeah...that one..."

Commando Dirk left them at the center of the room and moved the "X" shaped wooden cross out from the wall. Then he and Lance stood Nancy facing the cross. They tied her wrists and ankles to the ends of the cross. Lance went to the wall and looked over the selection of whips and floggers. He chose a nasty looking flogger and returned.

"We had some good times in the old days, didn’t we Nance?" he asked. You and me and Jet Set Kris. But remember all those times you played rough with me? When you had that bitch Kris ordering me around, slapping me? Well, now it’s my turn."

He stepped back and began working over Nanc...

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