Why are were here? What happened?" she was still taking it in.I looked around, "I was on my way to work and then I woke up here. I have no idea what h...ppened."She looked at me for a time, "I was getting home from a party..." I looked for a phone, a window, a door, I can't find any way out of here." Oh," she said, for some reason she seemed scared of me."Do you want to look around?" I asked."Can I?" I guess so, you're not strapped down are you?" I asked jokingly. She didn't laugh. In my defence,. I was pouting, and I knew it. He was right, although that didn't make me feel a lot better. I could be an officer, even if I didn't feel like one at the moment."Arti, you did an exceptional job in recovering that rifle from the lake," I said to her. "I know swimming isn't your forte, but you did real well." Hmmf," she replied. "It's practically my 'pianissimo', to tell the truth. I barely knew what the hell I was doing ... But thanks." See? Isn't that better?" said the wise man in my head."Io,. Tyche was too young for school and the widow was making ends meet ... or so she said.“Cash,” she said. “Strictly cash.” And so it was. Having an income made her a target for the layabouts. Having a child ... not so much. And the child was mouthy. Couple of weeks and the layabouts stopped pestering the widow.“She’s attractive,” they said. “But that kid.”They had one thing that set them apart; tools. Special tools. Planers and table saws, woodworking and air tools. And they were building a BOAT!. She thought about the events of the previous night. She got laid. It was not really a big deal. It was only significant because it was her first time and she now wouldn’t be a virgin when she got married. Most guys don’t expect that anymore anyway. She was sore, her breasts and especially her cunt ached. Well, that was Dave’s fault. She simply wouldn’t see him again. She rose up out of bed, still dressed in only her stockings and garter. She found her panties and skirt.