But they picked up the Suburban ... so a part of their chore was done.Andy was back Monday ... just in time for class ... she didn't get to go."I'm as...surprised as you ... I only stopped to get a look at the Rolls Royce stored in a shed. But while you're here, could you check out a few bullet holes in the Royce?"That called for secondary explanations and the FBI had to be called in. The investigation was thorough."I heard the sound of a car backfiring," Andy explained. "I was sure it didn't. Satisfied that the guards weren’t coming back, Phyre un-wedged herself from her hiding place and crept towards the now-vacant door. She reached for the handle but it wouldn’t turn. Locked. Of course it was locked. But there was no time to go searching for a key. She stood back and pointed a finger at the wood around the dull, iron handle and keyhole. In that instant, Phyre put all thoughts of protest out of her mind. This wasn’t a stupid idea that would get her in endless mountains of trouble,. Oh god!" Karen wept. "Oh shit... it hurts!" 'You done axed me to hurt you, Miss Karen'," Laura teased her maliciously. "If you think that hurts, you better beg me to let you go right now."Karen shook her head vigorously. "No..." She looked down at her wet, pointing nipples. "Do it again." You're kidding."Karen glared at her. "Do it again."Laura found the two pairs of handcuffs on the floor. "You're going to wish you'd never brought these," she said.Laura used them to handcuff Karen's ankles to. The exact details of how it all happened I don’t know, and it’s essential to the arrangement that I never find them out. We weren't exclusive when we first started going on dates and fooling around. Aside from my dick, whispered rumors around the university campus told me Hannah was sucking on a handful of others. This didn't bother me, since we were still in the very early stages of our blossoming relationship, but then she would lie about her activities, and the sexual history she provided me.