Bottles of every variety lined the shelves. Brian had never made a firebomb before, but he assumed that vodka was as good a choice as any was. The wi...d howled outside the store, causing Brian to rethink his plans. If I light things on fire, how far is it going to spread? Is it going to go too fast and trap me in town? What about all the animals in the woods near my house? Brian, you have to trust your instincts, his inner voice countered. He went over to the grocery store to take an empty. ”“Karen Post here.”“Where have you been?”“At a rendezvous in Norris, Montana. I had a little accident.”“Dick and I were wondering if you were that Karen Post.”“Wondering?”“John Baird wrote an article about your little accident.”“In the Buckskin Report?”“Girl ... your picture is on the cover.”“ULP”“You haven’t read it?”“I don’t have a subscription.”Connie jumped up and started going through a basket of mail. It was one of those tubs the Post Office used for excessive mail to one recipient. She. His eyes roaming my body inspecting every inch. Fear fills my mind as I feel his hand lifting my head looking into his icy unbending eyes. His face a mask unreadable… No emotion showing in his cold eyes as his gaze pierces into my soul. My breath a nervous whimper pleading on deaf ears for my release. My eyes widen with fear as I catch a glimpse of a small leather whip he is holding. Screaming out with pain as the sting of the leather whip strikes my body. His cold eyes watching my every. I lay there in anticipation while you tie me up. You wink at me, and I get warm chills down my body. I wiggle my little body underneath your strong stance above me and search for words to say, but my mind comes to a stand still when I meet your piercing gaze. You give my thighs a playful squeeze and walk your fingers up my tan, summer skin, over my stomach towards my tits, then veer off to my back. Without effort, you unhook my bra and slide it to my tied-up hands. Your hands return to my hips.