SOMEBODY HELP..." My plea echoed through out the locker room...the huge guy just stood there pulling my ankle. He spoke and fear gripped my spine ".....band practice..." That means that the school band was out side the gym, and no matter how loud I yelled unless you were in the locker room, I would not be heard. I tried again to get my ankle from his grip, I jerked my foot so hard, that I think I dislocated my hip. The guy still held me in his vise like grip.. I groaned and he mistook it for. I could tell Joe was really upset and knew it when he forced me back up and led me down to the basement, still by my hair. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming. He tied my hands together and to the one leg of the chair and then tied my legs apart to the back legs of the chair. Moving around in front of me he once again grabbed my hair and. “Or maybe we could have just settled foreating out right here. As a matter of fact, I’d like to eat you out, honey. That’d beeven better than the spaghetti.”“Ooooooh, Jerry!” she giggled.“You . . . you’re just awful . . . you get me so flustered I just don’t know what to do!”She flipped her long blonde hair back with her fingertips and glared at Jerry but thecorners of her mouth started to turn up in a flattered grin. “Didn’t you have enough ofthat before dinner?” she pouted. “Sometimes I feel. Thank goodness women see those things differently, for the most part. And then I brushed my teeth in a double marble sink the width of my garage at home.“Could you hand me a towel?” Caroline asked, from around the corner. I handed it to her and put on a fluffy bathrobe, getting ready to give her some privacy.“Martin? There is a get-together tonight, hosted by Aston Martin. It’s only just started. We’d be able to make it. Do you feel up to it?”I sighed.“Not really. But I’ll go if I have to.”She.