Her arms were pulled straight up by the ropes until they were stretched high."Lay back down," her arms now stretched out behind her as she was forced ...n her back. She could feel the rope go taunt and hear as the rope was tied to the base of the swing on one side.He came in front of her and Meghan got her first look at him. He was wearing a ski mask, hiding his face from her, but she could see his eyes. They looked evil and Meghan feared that she would be raped. Before she had a chance to. Following her. Watching her. For a moment she felt panicked. But then common sense reasserted itself. There were still people moving around her on the street. She wasn't alone and she didn't have that far to go. She began walking again very aware of the sound of her heels on the sidewalk, the feel of the cool night air on her skin. The way the back of her skirt parted to show the backs of her thighs to him. The way the material caressed her thighs as she walked. She heard him walking behind. He explored and soaked in with all senses in heady excitement, craving for even more. His eyes observed and drank in different pictures as he moved his gazed over this magnificent vision. As if treasuring each frame of a favourite moving picture. Moving around and seeing Verna in differing light, shadows and perspectives each image was almost a mirage of exquisite painted but real life artwork. Not only his mind soared with gratification but all senses increased in bliss. In Verna, he felt an. There is much pleasure in that pain.”I turned and moved away from there, hoping that Sydney didn’t see me shudder and trembling from the prospect of that. We moved further along the riverbank to our favorite, hidden hollow by the grassy verge into the river and set our fishing poles. Then, both in heat, we moved into a depression lined with moss and lay on our backs beside each other, our shoulder blades propped up on tree trunks.I watched as Sydney unlaced the codpiece of his britches, flared.