" She held my gaze as I were a piece left over from a completed jigsaw puzzle. "You look well," she said.She was an adult now. All I could say was, "...ou've changed." In a good way, I hope?" "The best possible way," I said, and then regretted the words, my lecherous tone. I saw her eyes. She had seen my mind. I felt ashamed.She flushed slightly, lowered her eyes. I quickly asked about her plans, offered a weak smile as I awaited her reply. We began to chat. She had forgiven me.And so we. Her brown eyes looked his way as she heard him unlock the cell's door. She tried to struggle, but Jeffery could tell she was exhausted from her efforts to free herself. Her light mocha-colored skin was dotted with perspiration. She was still tied into a stringent hogtie with her knees and elbows bound as well. The Hispanic girl tried to say something but the penis gag forced into her mouth turned her words into so much mush. Duct tape sealed her hands into useless paddles fluttering behind her. ‘Pardon me travellers all. I will not detain you long.’ She disguised her voice with a little of a Scots lilt. The man started to sputter an indignant protest. ‘Sir!’ She barked words at him. ‘I am in haste and I will not harm you, if you will but be quiet and obedient to my commands for five minutes. Then we may all be about our business and none hurt.’ ‘Come out of the carriage, you first Sir!’ She stepped back, glanced to check the driver, then looked closely at the man who disembarked.. One of my friend who is an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna suggested we go visit Mathura before we return home. Also it would be shame being so close to Mathura; Agra, we didn’t visit the Lords birthplace.The following day we went to Mathura, we visited Gokul and the Shree Krishna Temple. Being an antagonist I was getting a bit tired of this whole trip that actually was a pilgrimage. But I was happy because the next evening we would be boarding a train back to our home. As I was dreaming about.