He slowed down. I saw his friend in the backseat, he was pretty handsome, not gorgeous or anything, but nice looking. His friend opened the back door ...nd told me to get in back with him. This was very hot; getting felt up by a complete stranger to me. I got into the car normally so the neighbors wouldn't call the cops or anything. I was more afraid one of my friends would see me, though. My heart was pounding like crazy and I was sweating. Not to mention I was already dripping wet. His friend. The last package was to be delivered at a huge manor house. I pressed the buzzer at the main entrance and waited. I pressed the buzzer again and a young girl’s voice asked who it was. I told her I had a parcel for her and then she let me in.I drove along a large drive to that manor house, I knocked on the door and a beautiful girl in a bathrobe answered. She was about my age and she apologized for keeping me waiting… she was in the shower.She took the parcel and asked me to come inside whilst. Momentslater, the blueish haze left on Stacy faded suddenly, the circle brokeas the two smokey masses pushed through and all the girls were knockedover onto their backs.They were all conscious and barely able to move when the form of a youngwomam appeared floating above them. She looked to be in her mid to latetwenties, and was wearing a middle-eastern style garb, something akin towhat people associate with genies and belly dancers. She looked over thegirls one by one and helped them move. "I already told you I don't want to press charges against any of them," Tammy said to the uniformed Officers."We understand that," Sergeant Post interjected into the conversation, "But one of them has not come forward. Would you want to press charges against him. He seems to have been the driver of the car. He could be charged with kidnapping."George let out a slight gasp at that statement. He hugged Sally tightly as he attempted to keep silent hiding behind Karl and Tammy. His concern was.