”An hour later, Misty Compton knew she was addicted to Bobby Dalton. It was just as good as it had been the night before ... better, really, because...she was ready for it this time. She welcomed everything. This time, between the three times he pressed her into the bed, he lay with her, holding her, and they talked.His passion was astounding. She had never felt like she was taking up a man’s complete and total attention before, but being with him was like being on stage, with the spotlight on. Heyyyyy?" in an equally awkward and questioning tone."What are you doing there, I mean how did you get here, I mean who are you exactly?" The voice asked, appearing seemingly lighter in tone and less mixed than before."I was asleep, or maybe am asleep, or I was and now I'm here I guess" He replied, before quickly adding "Jack, Jack Adlington"."Adlington... never heard of a Jack Adlington before" mused the voice. Again, it had become clearer sounding, even feeling a tad feminine in spots. "Well,. **** Ruth-Ann noticed the clerk’s hands fly back to the top of the counter as she stepped out of the room, and his face flush about three shades darker than it had been. “Where is your underwear?” She hoped that he could still understand English in his excited state. “Uh… over there.” He said, pointing to a far corner of the store. “Could you show me? I need to find a matching bra and thong for my friend. She doesn’t want any panty lines under those jeans.” Noticing his obvious hesitancy,. .."Whose client?" Yours, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." So, you will do as requested?" Yes, Mistress."James's two captors strutted off. The man approached James who was still attempting to free himself from his bonds. "I can't free you," the man said. "I have to take you below." Unable to reply, James could do little more than shrug resignedly. The man cut through the tape around James' knees and ankles and helped him to his feet. "This way, please," he said, with a politeness that James found.