“Just trust me, it’s okay. Read the next letter.”I flip the page and start reading the short letter: “Dear Dave; Happy Birthday to the best bo...s that my wife has ever had and a good friend to both of us. You have been such an inspiration to us over the years that we wanted to give you a very special gift for your very special birthday. Enjoy her charms and have fun. Ronnie.”My hands are shaking by the time I finish reading. “You can’t really be serious!” I say, even while knowing that she must. When the blindfold finally came off, along with most of her remaining clothing, Christy saw That she was imprisoned in a dim, cavernous warehouse, the location of of which was totally unknown to her. In any case, there was little chance to excape. Having gotten her to her feet, they had roped her arms high above her head to an iron gate, tying her feet widely apart at the base. An extra rope had been added around her midle and cinched tightly up against her panties, working its way in between. Ardt had tried to duplicate the way Yren managed to color metals in blues and reds and yellows and greens but he’d never been successful. He’d always thought the colors were imperfections, things Yren added to his flux that turned the metal different colors. Ardt had tried using Yren’s flux, however, and he’d never managed a single color beyond the silver or gray. How Yren managed to color the metal was as great a mystery as the way Yren seemed to focus on the metal, or the way he seemed to. When Lois heard Carol’s impassioned cry she knew who the slim woman’s partner was. ‘It’s…it’s Rod!’ she realized. ‘He…my husband…he’s fucking Carol Dickinson!’ ‘Carol’s something, isn’t she?’ a male voice behind Lois said. Lois felt a bulky male body pressing against hers. She turned. It was Ben Jackson. ‘Carol’s quite a piece of ass, isn’t she?’ the guidance counselor murmured. His hands cupped Lois’s breasts through the soft material of her blouse. Her body was already trembling with passion,.