He sighed a little impatiently, then sank down.  Caroline curled the whip around his neck a couple of times and pulled it tight.  John laughed nervously as he felt his circulation being cut and his throat being strangled.  He pulled anxiously at the leather cord and loosened it, a little shocked at his sister-in-law’s behaviour.  She chuckled wickedly, sat on the sofa and undid a pack of cigarettes.  “Maybe you prefer this?” she asked, picking up a stout looking cane from beside her. “I don’t know,” John muttered, at a loss what to say. Caroline put a cigarette in her mouth and then waited, staring into his eyes.  Unaware of what she wanted, he simply shrugged at her. “My cigarette,” she indicated, “light it.” Looking around, he spotted a lighter on a table on the other side of the room.  As he went to stand up to retrieve it, she said firmly, “No.  On your knees.  Crawl and get it on your knees.” John bent down and scurried across the room on all fours.  He collected the lighter, lit it, and then offered it up to her.  Very coolly, she lit her cigarette and gazed into his eyes unnervingly.  She looked very frosty as she leaned back and seductively smoked her cigarette.  He knelt there, watching and wondering how long it would be before he was having sex with her.  She let loose a great gust of smoke, directly into his face, making him choke. His choking and wheezing obviously annoyed her and she snapped, “Shut up!  You sound like a bloody walrus!”