I can’t move. I’m buried. I’m impaled, I guess. I can’t pick up the phone. It hurts a lot.’ ‘Put Tina on the phone.’ ‘Damn it, woman, ... can’t. I’m the only one here. Please get me help. Please get me out of here.’ ‘Put Tina on the phone. I have to talk to my daughter. You bastard, let me talk to my baby!’ ‘I would if I could. I can’t move the phone. I don’t think Tina can hear us. Get help. If you can find me, you can find Tina.’ ‘Where are you,’ she wailed. ‘Where’s my baby?’ ‘Lady, I’m in. But I see a man rush to her and push her down, and then the man leans into car and points at me a thing such as I see on teevee. I believe it is a weapon.This man cries some words at me, but I do not wait to understand, I see only the weapon. Very quickly do I reach to grab his hand where he holds the weapon, and I squeeze as hard as I can. I feel the bones break in the hand where I squeeze. Then, because he has pushed Linda, I pull him into car and strike him. I use the heel of my hand, not. I love watching you with Ted, and he certainly loves being with you.”Karla nodded. “Thank you, Kevin. I love you. And I love being able to work these things out with you. That’s almost as much fun for me as the actual sex.”“That’s because you’re a bit of a control freak. You like setting these things up.”“I do,” she said. “I love sending the men to the women and making sure the women get satisfied.”“Including you,” he laughed.“Of course, including me,” she said. “And knowing you’ll be. Again, female, as the fingernails gave witness to.They started at her ankles, and trailed slowly up and down her legs, the strokes slowly getting longer as they reached her inner thigh.Jess steeled herself in anticipation, as the fingers moved ever closer to her pussy, already soaked and wanting. The fingers traced a line down the side of her pussy, before searching for, and finding her swollen clit.The touch was electric. Jess’s whole body shook in the bonds as the woman’s fingernail flicked.