.as I begin to remove it…I step back..and look into your eyes I take my time..slowly removing each item you are wearing…and as I remove each piece...��my hands roam over that part of your body…softly exploring it…wanting to know your body as a blind man would…feeling each curve…hill…valley…memorizing it with my fingers…burning the feelings deep into my mind… After I have removed all of your clothes, I hand you a glass of the chilled wine…but before you can drink from it…I dip a fingertip into. Or my cell, as I think of it. My captor may have procured a comfortable bed with luxurious sheets and a bookcase filled with any novel I’d care to read, but I don’t fool myself. I make the best of what I’ve got, but I refuse to be lulled into complacency.Sometimes I still give him a fight. I kick him in the shin, or stab him with a pen. An elbow to the gut is always fun. Nothing ends up affecting him, however, and I only end up losing privileges.I have been held hostage for about a month. I could ride flat out because I didn't have anyone else to worry about. Alfie could take care of himself.Alfie had gone off to the side of the trail, probably to grab a quick bite to eat and catch up with me later. I heard something as I passed a clump of boulders up on a hill on my other side, then saw a shape flying at me in my peripheral vision. Something hit me slightly below my left shoulder blade and then there was a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I went flying off the. ‘I have friends out at Universal who give me first pick on certain things that arrive’ I explained. ‘I do things for them during the year, like portray Santa at the Cineplex at Christmas and do mystery shopping, and they do things for me, ha ha.’ ‘You’ve got some cool shit! Ooooh, look at that, and how did you manage to get those?’ she replied, her eyes scanning the wide open wallspace coated with hard to acquire items as an outstretched finger followed her glances over each item. She had.