The sun streaming in would light her hair on fire –a golden glow surrounding auburn tresses. Her hair would be flat here, full there, a riot of indi...iduality…you knew Jolene by her hair, wild, free, exciting – take your breath away sexy, beautiful or controlled, pulled back intense…prowling. (She pulled it back into a tight bun once…that memory alone makes me tremble.) The palest green eyes – scary with flames dancing through them when her blood was up or she was pissed. Intoxicatingly alluring. And then in August, one phone call. The call."I miss you," he said, "I wish we could talk more. Maybe video chat some more?" You just want to look at my tits and pussy while you jerk off again." No. Well, yeah, but not just that." I know, but I'm busy, Kev." I know. Why are you so busy lately," he asked, "work?" Not really, just, well, there's no easy way to say this. I've been seeing someone."Kevin's heart sank. "What do you mean you're seeing someone?! We promised each other!" Well, yeah, I. The doors of the space ship hold closed and they were left in darkness. The space ship took off with the prisoners still in their cages, and was every bit as uncomfortable as Martha expected, not so much from the acceleration, but from the buffeting from side to side. Some time later, in the dark she couldn't really tell how long, she heard what sounded like air-conditioning switch on and there was a slow movement of the air in the hold. Then the cheap perfume smell of the Deep Sleep gas. "Mom", I said, "after what we've got into over the past few days this will be a breeze and like Peter said, once he's trapped Susan on camera she'll agree to the 'deal' just like we did. You know how good at this Peter seems to be. Go for it and I'll look out for you, I promise".The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of mentioning that he and I were going into town later. After dinner, Mr Jackson duly went out and Susan excused herself saying she had some work to catch up with and.