A little after that, the boat started moving forward, Vince said.“All clear, Abby.”She sat back, her knuckles white from holding onto the handrail...“Uh, how do you sail into the wind?”“It’s called tacking. Imagine moving in “Z” pattern. We’ll get home, but not as fast as we went away from it. Come here.”Abby moved next to him.“You’re safe, Abby, I’ve won races with this boat. Nothing will happen to you, while I’m sailing.”Strange and sexy to see him confident and dominant. “I know,” as she. It took me a second to snap out of it.“You want me to get you some ice?” I asked.“Naaah,” he exhaled.“Could you have a concussion?” I asked.He just looked up at me, standing over him. The light from the hallway was silhouetting my form. His eyes seemed to trace the entire glowing outline of my body.“Maybe I died, because all I see is my Angel.”His hand slid up to my wrist and he tugged me to the bed next to him. I wiggled in objection, but he eased me back on the mattress. I was on my back now. Before I finished my sentence I was gagged, then my eyes were blindfolded. I heard faint metallic sounds and my hands were twisted behind me and handcuffed with cold metal cuffs.I was lying face down on the bed bent over and tied up and suddenly I felt something big pushing against my anus. It was so big I was glad I still had my panties on; they were a thin tiny number but they were protecting me against whatever it was that was pushing at my anus.Not for long though. A hand grabbed my. They left the fair hand in hand, fingers interlocked. Grant kept glancing over at Mary, watching different thoughts play on her face. It was almost like reading a book. And as they drove home, Mary stared out the window into the dark night, still in silent thought. ‘Mary, is something wrong? Did I do something, move to fast?’ Mary turned her face to him. Her eyes were red and her lashes soggy, tears streaming down her fact. ‘Oh baby, what’s the matter? God, what did I do?’ Grant stopped the.