Driving into the dark night my husband asks what Liam thought of the outfit. “What do you think”, I say and we share a good laugh. I am growing ...ver more intrigued as to our adventure tonight as I notice we are driving away from inhabited areas and into an area known as the Pine Barrens. Also I glimpse at the contents of the bag my husband brought with him and see our bondage rope, the blindfold, the video camera, one of my vibrators,a butt plug and a bondage collar with leash. Nice toy bag. It was entirely possible that Ellen Gordian was a killer. And even if she wasn’t, if Mark could set her up to take the fall then he would not only have his money, but he would be rid of Ellen and free from any suspicion. Desperate times certainly called for desperate measures. And for Mark Gordian, these were desperate times. ‘Henry,’ Mark swallowed, feeling his heart race with an unnatural adrenaline, ‘You’re right. Let’s go find Ellen and tell her everything.’ Henry looked surprised.. He had been more active this night than he had in years, even counting his coupling with Colette, which was unfortunately mostly hurried after the first perfect time they had made love. He had eaten little during the evening, and his stomach was protesting that strongly.The thought occurred to Tharsas that it might be many hours before they could break their fast, so he decided to go quickly acquire some food in the kitchen to take with them on their journey — and a bite or two, to stop his. Normally, I am very shy, too afraid to talk to new people, but this made me feel bold. On the way home from dinner that evening, it was almost dark. I was lapping around the small park area, stepping around the mailboxes and there he was, sitting on a bench in sweat pants and a t-shirt. His hand was over his crotch, squeezing or rubbing. He smiled and waved me over with his other hand. My breath caught in my throat, and I just looked at the ground and kept walking. I did not look back. .