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Emoticons are the wheelchair ramps for the humor impaired.

Hmmm, the knife is still at her throat in the last panel - methinks that she'd better keep calling him "sir" for a little while longer.

This page is the nail in the coffin for my dislike/distrust of the hippy girl. I mean, if she knows something, even anything about Mulefoot then what on earth was she thinking by begging to be tied up by him?!

From now on, in regards to her at least, I think that I might root for Muley's big shiny knife.

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Those eyes.. she knows what she's dealing with. Maybe she realizes it for the first time now.

I think she got what she wanted, and found out it was too much.

So what does Tony Ray do now? Since she's such a danger to him, the rational thing to do would be to kill her. But if he always did the rational thing, he never would have started in with his strange little hobby in the first place.

The tragedy of all this is what gets to me- and once again, Mulefoot, you've pushed all the emotional buttons. Here's Tony Ray, a character I don't want to like or care about, yet I do. Here he's found the greatest thing in life; someone who understands him for what he is and wants him anyway. The love of his life, if you will. And odds are, he's going to end up killing her.

>If< he kills her, he goes for the ultimate submission, and kills her while he's in her, at orgasm. And by now he certainly knows when that is.

>If< he values total submission, he has it. Is that what he's been looking for? And 'removing' those who didn't measure up?

We will see, won't we?

--lj

This Sir business... I have a feeling it's not out of total submission yet. It feels as if Jen is clinging to the rules of the submission game just because it helps her even now, with everything gone wrong, to make sense of the situation. It's what she knows. It's what she thinks this is about.

If she knew she would die... would she not call her butcher pig by his real name, Tony-Ray? Instead of "Mr. Foot"?

If you met death, your own personal death, like you would meet a passers-by on the sidewalk, or be introduced to a stranger at a party... what would be your death's name?

TR's eyes in the last panel - mad and empty and rolling in their sockets. He looks like a demon dragged into the light. I don't think he approves of us watching. Also, his questions- "How did you know about me - and WHY DID YOU STAY (despite knowing)?" If she answers sensibly, truthfully, she might yet live. Let's hope she's not so shallow that she herself doesn't know her motivations. Or hope for her orgasmic offing instead, if that's more appropriately devastating than a little soul-baring.

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A lone figure sits still by a pool - he's been stamped human bacon by some butchering tool - he is you...
Social Security took care of this lad - we watch in reverence - as Narcissus is turned to a flower

Aw, I met him in 1968... but I didn't speak the language nor he mine. He's fertilizing the forest, and I'm still living on the borrowed time he loaned me. It was an 'elevator' day.
Mule ain't gonna kill her quickly, he's holding the knife with the dull side to her throat.

--lj

Special points to LJ who noticed the way the Muley is holding the knife. He doesn't want to slip and cut her...at least not just yet.

For some reason I love how muley says, "You've gone and made a mess." Reminds me of a master punishing his dog.

Indeed. Is the smile supposed to be creepy or is that just my perception being colored by "Slop's" Uthalla character?

Back to the subject at hand; I'm gonna' miss Jen.

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