It wasn’t anyone at the party she hurried away from but the idea of the latest news quickened her steps, and her pulse. In all of the surrounding t...wns, for more than a year now, a serial rapist called the Small Town Stalker had made his way through the female population. He was thought to be a drifter, someone outside of the system who had not been caught before and would be even harder to catch in the future. It wasn’t that he was particularly quick or clean in his work; he merely knew. He had purchased and loaded three prepaid Visa cards. He would be carrying the card with the most money. I would be carrying a card with a lesser amount, and a third was to be hidden on his bike just for emergencies. The idea was that if something happened to him, I could use my card to get home. His card would be paying for the expenses of the trip, but if stolen, nothing much would be lost. In his opinion it wasn't much, but in my opinion ten grand was a lot of money.In addition to three. " I don't know. ? Oh, what the hell. You've been a pretty good slave girl so far, and maybe I am a kind mistress." Oh thank you, Mistress Lydia. Thank you." Hold on. There's a price you'll have to pay." Anything, Mistress, anything. Please." All right. Listen up. I'll disconnect your cuffs from the headboard and let you play with yourself. But if you cum before I say you can you'll get a good spanking, 10 hard smacks on the ass. Got that?" Yes, Mistress, yes. I understand." OK. Don't say I. "That means we have to go around today, and ask people. Can you imagine, asking someone out of the blue to sit naked at the side of a pool, watching other naked people? They're all going to think we're weird." Rebecca shuddered."Becky, can't you ask your mother to change that rule?" pleaded Debbie."It would take a fleet of tugboats to get her to agree to any changes right now. She can make mules look amenable when she wants to." Then how do we go about it?"Natalie had an idea. "We start with.