I peer into one tiny drawer. No. Then another. And another. Who took my key? Shit. More footsteps. The sound of someone drawing up a large-calibre f...rearm. A rifle of some sort. I quickly spin and pull up a SOCOM. He fires first – a round that clips my torso as I dodge away from the lockers. I narrow my eyes and squeeze off two rounds – both hit him cleanly in the chest, just up and to the left. He dies more slowly – sputtering for life as I quickly return to my search. I remind myself to. Then I started with her toes, slow sensuous kisses all over her feet, slowly licking her toes, giving her head on her toes, whilst my fingers were working their way gently up her thighs.I wondered if she knew what a moustache feels like when brushed gently against the sensitive parts of her skin, followed by soft lips, a gentle tongue and soft breathhhhhh - hot and sensuous. I moved up her, giving her slow sensuous kisses up her legs, her knees, her inner thighs. She was moaning a little and. "I didn't tell you could talk bitch. I've been so nice to you and you defy orders. And how dare you drop your arms, without me telling you to do so." and with that she ran towards the table her heels clicking the cement of the porch furiously and she came back and shoved a penis gag into my mouth which led me to gag. "You'll take it all slut. You'll take anything I ask and you'll especially take this for defying me," and she secured it around my head, my breathing becoming shortened.. ‘Annie!’ He hears her voice, muffled, as though far away. ‘I’m here, Geoff.’ It’s from the bedroom. She sounds desperate. He runs down the hall, into the bedroom. ‘Annie?’ She’s in the closet. She’s standing with her back to the wall, beside the closet door, and she’s holding a steak knife in both hands. She’s trembling and crying. ‘I heard him, Geoff! I heard him!’ ‘Where?’ ‘It wasn’t him. I thought I heard him. It was something on TV. I was so afraid!’ Too afraid to call, to do the rational.