All righty then! he mutters under his breath and gets out, picks up his hat and puts it on his head, picks up his swagger stick and goes into the stor.... "Hello?" A pause. "Hello?" He walks down the side of the track and opens the door on the drivers side and there is a rather large (and asleep) gentleman seated there behind the steering wheel. The guy in the back of the track moves and the officer calls up, "You there, I need your help getting this vehicle out of here. Climb down off of there. When standing it would probably fall, straight and thick, past her tiny waist. The thin black evening dress contrasted sharply to her smooth white skin, and did very little to conceal her firm, upturned breasts. ‘Jeez, she’s not wearing any panties.’ He muttered to himself. ‘Where the hell did you come from. Beam me up Scottie.’ He noted the smooth flow of the dress, from the neckline, to the hem, with no impressions of undergarments. At her crotch, a slight mound in the smooth fabric was. It’s going to be okay honey. I’m sure of it. James is no Brandon. Go upstairs and have fun. I want you to. It makes me excited, thinking about you and James and his big cock.”It was almost funny, how quickly our roles had reversed, with Sue’s look of need and desire now replaced by a look of nervous concern and worry. “Are you sure, honey?” she asked, again squeezing my hand.I took a deep breath and gave Sue a final encouragement and green light. “Yes, I’m sure, honey. Maybe James coming. Dry, it’s real. “Hello,” I whisper. No answer, no echo. Louder. Still nothing. Loudest. Still quiet as death. I can’t feel my body, can’t move a finger or toe. “Where can I be?” I ask out loud, as I slip back into sleep. I’m awake, suddenly. An echo returns the click of a latch. Eyes open. Only darkness. I close them, yet it’s no darker. I feel warm. My legs and arms seem bare, but I can feel them, and move them. Damn! Just barely. I’m tied up. His handiwork, again. I am on something soft,.