She was where a sexy red curidar which is exposing her boobs.Then i give her a friendly hug to which she had responded fine then we talked about her l...fe.She tolded me that things havn't being good after the graduation for her.So i changed the topic by saying that now i am here to make your life good here.Listening this she gave me a smile.After that She used to text me every morning evening that weather i had taken my lunch or not and that makes me happy about the status of my desire that she. He’s ours long as we want him.”There was a general grudging consent to that point. “But we’re generous guys, like to share with our friends.”“Damn right,” said one. “Yee-haw,” said another.“But rules is rules.” “Jake and his fucking rules,” I heard someone mutter. “Can it,” said the voice next to his.I eased an eye open so slightly I gazed through a bush of eyelash. That wasn’t a dress shoe on my foot. At least, not a guy’s shoe. “This here is a Polaroid party,” Jake said. “I’ve got the camera. We could just go in circles forever, and it's going to get dark soon. Remember when we'd go on family trips to Grandma and for a joke Dad would turn out the headlights, and we'd all scream? It's going to be dark like that!" She brushed away a tear with the back of her hand and, in that moment, looked much younger than her age."There are still a few hours. We'll probably find a way out by then and, even if we have to spend a night in the woods, I'd never let anything happen to you." He hoped he. It was early evening, maybe 8 o’clock; it was not yet dangerous, as there still was some light in that late September day. She felt tired and dizzy, but she had thought it was due to the emotional outburst she had just lived. Sitting on a bench was her last memory.Could it be that she had fallen asleep on a bench in the park? And that somebody had caught her up there? The idea that one, or more strangers were in a total control on her fate was so frightening and despairing that she could not.