In this way, the ice would have to melt and when it did the string with the weight of the key would fall down, close enough to Chris where he would be...able to get to it and release himself. He would have at least 3 of these funnels with ice, to make sure that at least one would fall. Of course the amount of ice would determine the length of time he would be bound and helpless. He would have to experiment with the ice to have an idea how long it would take. Now he was ready, he would begin. Bored of this, Zonja threw Johnny onto the floor, face down and then straddled his body, holding his hands down with hers, she said:“This will be tough for your 'male pride' to accept, but we're faster than you. Stronger than you and much better warriors than you. We are physically superior to you in every way. We can do whatever we want to you and you will be physically unable to stop us. There is nothing that we can't make you do.”Zonja then began to slam her pelvic region (her completely. They gave me a heavy suitcase to carry.“Straight ahead to my ‘studio,’” I heard Rebecca say. She had her hand behind me and was pushing me towards wherever we were going. “I can’t believe you get to rent it for $50 a month,” said Jacqui.We walked maybe twenty steps. Then one of them slid open a metal door. They walked me inside. They took off the blindfold, and by the moonlight I saw that we were in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Both women were wearing boots, jeans, and dark. She put her long, straight, light brown hair up in a ponytail and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw her skinny face, with dark eyebrows, light brown eyes, slightly upturned nose with some freckles she got from sun tanning, and puffy lips that made her look like she was pouting all the time. She took off her t shirt because her room was hot- spring was turning into summer and she was about to finish her junior year in high school. In the mirror she could see her curvy hips, tiny waste and.