” “Now Charles, if you had the opportunity to have me suck your cock and perhaps let me allow you to fuck me, would you want to?” I asked.Charle... was silent for a moment as he looked at me in the rear view mirror. “Well Charles?” I asked. “Do you want to have sex with me? Do you want to fuck me?”Finally he spoke “Yes Chrissie, I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. Of course I want to fuck you.” “Charles, find a rest area or somewhere you can pull the car. Katie closed the hatch and walked back down to the basement. She took the key from her necklace, where it had hung since her shower, and stepped bare foot into the cell. Stood beside him, Katie looked very different to how she appeared when sitting on the grille above him. She was at least five inches shorter than him, slim, vulnerable and certainly less intimidating than when she’d had him under lock and key. “Your home is very small,” she observed as she placed one hand on each side wall of. Oh well, more sleep would fix that.I woke again. Four in the morning. Almost another eight hours. Damn.I was getting hungry. I couldn't move. It hurt too much. Why?"Aaaaah!" I twitched my arm over my mattress. So much pain. My body seemed to be waking up a little. I could just start to barely move. It hurt so much. I looked down to my wounded arm. It looked to be worsening. I was cold. Breaking through my aching muscles, I reached down to my feet and pulled my blanket over me. I would do. "Now, where is he?" I don't know," complained Lola. "That's why I'm here. I was hoping YOU could tell ME where he is."The man's face crumpled. "You don't know?" he moaned."I haven't seen him in weeks," said Lola."He must have gone into seclusion to write his next book," sighed the man. "Some authors do that. He didn't say he was going anywhere. He just promised to update me every month. He hasn't done that. He must have gone away somewhere." He went away?" Lola's voice rose. "He didn't tell me.