But who would be strolling in the swamps at night? It must be the trackers looking for her. Fear creep up from the pit of her belly. If they found her...she would be beaten or worst.A run away slave paid a heavy price if they was caught.In the shopThe door creaked as it was open then it hit the bell hanging just behind it. She stepped through the beaded curtain. Another mark, another dollar to take, she thought. She stared at the pale young man as he stood before her. Even before he spoke she saw. We had talked about spanking and I always, jokingly replied, that I would allow it but only if I could do the same to him. That letter led me straight into his lair. You could say that it set the scene for the other four that lay before me, but did it.I wondered whether my dream would come true in letter number two.I fumbled with it before ripping it open. I read the contents and then read it again. The instructions were simple; far too simple. I took the bell with me as instructed and sat on. This was one of the landmarks that Matthew had given me. I needed to call him, though, as his instructions for leaving town had been a little vague. Thank God for cell phones!"Matthew? Ok. I am in Stockton, but I need clearer directions, out of town. There are two roads going in the general direction you indicated," I said into my cell phone once he answered."Frank? Here already? Great. Stop at the Stockton Valley Market. I phoned in an order, and it should be ready for pick up. Don't worry. The tape made in Danny’s apartment is totally illegal and he could find himself in a serious lawsuit. Besides, he is now suffering the consequences of his actions. Physical and financial consequences in this state are serious. Blackmail convictions require serious jail time. Arlen’s soft white ass probably would not fare well with a bunkmate,” Ben chuckled. “And it wasn’t Arlen who sent me the videos. It was his wife, or should I say his, now estranged wife. She found Arlen’s collection of.