This was the quarry, after all. One of the girls came forward, but not too close. The other girl hung back. She seemed uncertain, and maybe a little f...ightened. “Hi,” the one that came forward said. “How’s the water?” “Cold and refreshing,” I told her. I was trying hard not to stare, but she was more than an eyeful and I failed miserably. She didn’t seem to mind, though. There wasn’t much doubt that they’d come to swim. The thought of their nudity continued to race through the pleasure centers. When evening came, she was exhausted.Rebus came into the house after dark. He was tired and sweaty. Erica realized, for the first time, that she could have escaped during the day. Or at least she might have tried. But she knew she'd never try to escape. She was his until he let her go. "Damn," Rebus said as he settled down into a living-room chair. "I could have used Jeff today." "Where is Jeff?" Erica asked. "I thought you said he stayed here." "He does. But he's up in town doing some buying. She was patient with me and offered to buy me a cup of coffee while I told her my story. She even got on her radio and confirmed it with the highway patrol officers.“Well, Luke, it all checks out. You did a good thing back there, but it is out of your hands now. The doctors here will take good care of her and when they identify her, they will do everything in their power to contact her family,” she told me, standing up from the table.“The Sergeant told me she might be from the reservation, has. He pushed harder, it went in. I yelped, the pain was there now. So was the sobriety.He worked his fingers in and out of me. I resisted as best as I could, it didn't work. I tried to relax and take it, like every story I had ever read."Relax, it'll feel so much better." Every word I had ever read about getting fucked was a lie."You should try to relax." It was like he was reading my mind.I heard him tear open the condom as he rolled it on. I felt him lining up his cock to my asshole. Feeling his.