I jerked his head back and to the right, and broke his neck. There was no death-rattle like with Flockhart; just a sharp sound, like the snapping of a...small twig.On the train back to Cheyenne, I reviewed my steps. I’d taken the gag and the four pieces of rope with me. I’d get rid of them during one of the stopovers.I had grabbed Hamish Flockhart by the ankles and dragged his smelly body out the back door and down the steps of the storm cellar. I laid him on his back on the dirt floor that was. I had to walk out of the cinema with my coat in front of me to hiding my embarrassment. I was young then and it didn't take much to make me cum but I soon recover.Needless to say we never saw the end of any film because we always left ten or fifteen minutes before the end and off down the back lane to our favorite doorway which was a fire exit door at the back of the cinema. It was set back a bit like a small cave entrance and you could easy hide in there. In no time my hands would be all over. I made my way to the facilities and then poked around the little apartment looking for Meg."She's gone," said the teenager sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal."Gone?" Yeah, better check your wallet," she replied. Taking her advice, I opened up the billfold and found it empty. I must of had $150 in there still when we left the bar last night. I was silently kicking myself for being so guilible and praising myself for wearing the condom, the skank."She's a drug addict, you know," said. "Wh..what do you mean?" I met this cute guy at the beach and we're going on a date with him andhis brother. They are also twins. Isn't that great?" No. I'm not going out with a boy. You know I'm not gay." That's ok, neither is his brother." She laughed."You mean I have to be a girl?" I asked, knowing her answer."Won't it be fun? she asked. "You haven't worn a dress in awhile. Youwill love what I want you to wear!" I'm not gonna do it. No way!" Really? Do you want to play it that way?" Please.