She took over the kitchen to mix the salads while I was firing up the grill; one green leaves, one tomato with basil, oregano and a hint of jalapeno, ...nd one potato with chives, shredded jack cheese and mayo. We sat on my patio and sipped a glass of her wine until the coals were just right, then watched the two prime rib-eye steaks sizzle in their marinade. Her salads were great, and she almost blushed with my compliments as I refilled my plate. “I don’t get the chance to make them very often,. Closing the door, I surveyed the mess.Taking out my cell phone, I quickly took 6 pictures of the room showing the mess it was in. Then I took a few more of some of her broken things- cell phone, CD player, pictures, even magazines. I went through some of the clothes, but it was hopeless. Everything was torn, ripped, or had holes cut in it.I left the room, closing the door behind me. Going toward the front door, I met Mrs Adams standing there, smoking.“Well, someone certainly did a thorough job. Now his hands grasp my knees roughly from behind and part my legs. I can hear the others utter sounds of leering admiration as their eyes behold my nakedness. But I am not flattered.As before, I am washed but with warm water this time and some gently aromatic salve. I am washed thoroughly; the creature now being especially and unexpectedly gentle with me. He washes my every nook. I tense my muscles but relax after a time as the salve takes effect. It feels wonderful and must have cost my captor. "And I remember that at least when you were younger, you had to wear a special piece of cotton in your bra to keep your nipples from constantly popping up, particularly your left breast which is oddly more sensitive than your right."Her hands dropped down to cover up her breasts, as if I was staring at them. I wasn't, though. I was staring directly into her eyes as I approached her and knelt at her feet. I lowered my voice so that she alone could hear me."And I remember how you liked to have.