Forcing Jessica onto her stomach Steve sits on her back and begins tying her hands behind her back while Jessica yelling "Get the hell off of me!" her...hands are tied tight, "No damnin lie still while I get you measured for your spit" Steve replied. "I don't want to be measured came the response from Jessica "My measurements are GO, FUCK, YOURSELF!!" she added.Steve begins dragging Jessica along the floor "TOO BAD" he yells, still dragging her, "Humm 5 feet 1 inch tall" he said not really. Some rookie cop had screwed up the booking and a clever lawyer had gotten him free. The driver's name? Harve Lattimor.I waited a while; biding my time, getting things ready. Plotting and planning like I used to do while playing games when I was a boy.I sent Mom and Dad back home, and started going to class again. I returned to my little room in the dorms. I pretended to study. Pretended to care about whatever drivel they were teaching.In my spare time, of which there was far too much, I stared. Present – Stacy – In the news vanI can't fucking believe that after all I've been through, I'm being kidnapped by the damn fucking Truth Network! I should have capped that boney bitch's ass when I had the chance. That's okay because they sure as hell don't know who they're messing with.We continue up the road, they pull over to the side and Emanuel orders, "Untie her, let her check on the horses and then pee. But make sure you watch her."I've rubbed my wrists raw trying to escape, but he tied. My desire for her was growing now and I wanted to bang her so much. He went to a different city for an office project in October and asked me if I could deliver a few items at his place. I went to their place and I had a talk with Ayesha alone for the very first time. She was wearing a nice black dress and I found her to be very nice and mature girl. We discussed about family matters for 5 minutes and then I left. He asked me to deliver a few more items again after couple of days. This time.