"As Fran walked around the gym floor to the bleachers Carla stopped her. Carla was the snooty sister of one of the boys who had been involved in her f...rst gang fuck the previous Saturday. It was the same girl that had called her a slut on Monday. The girl's snobby friends gathered round them as she dug her hand down the front of her gym shorts and produced a damp wrinkled dollar bill and held it out to Fran."My brother asked me to by some raffle tickets for him." Carla looked around to make. What did you think of the men's high-jump competition last week?” “Okay, smart-ass,” Ashley said with a smirk. “What did you expect us to talk about with you dressed like you are?” Brad asked. “Yeah,” Jarrad added, “That's not exactly a nun's habit you're wearing.” “You want me to change?” Ashley teased. “Now you know we wouldn't want that, would we Brad?” The sexual banter continued throughout the early afternoon. Occasional gusts of wind flipped the top around, threatening to expose a nipple. It even had a gated door. Fear struck through Sierra again as her hands went impulsively to the large man’s wrist. Her hands were grabbed by the other two smaller men as soon as they met with the wrist. They were pulled roughly behind her back and tied. The pillar was so skinny that it would allow Sierra to move up and down the length of the pole, but not anywhere else. The large man squeezed and Sierra’s mouth opened instinctively. The icy eyed man slid his sleeves up, revealing strong and. I went into the kitchen to check on the mouse traps and noticed something seemed wrong about the kitchen table. I turned on the light and bent down. My spaghetti pot was underneath the chair on the far side of the table. He must have pushed it across the floor while licking it, only to get it too far under the chair to reach.The two "jaw" traps were still armed so I guess he learned his lesson. I opened both cupboards but those traps were void of visitors, too. That's OK. I could wait.This time.