A comb through the hair, brushing of the teeth, some light make-up, and she was ready to go. Part of her really wanted to just return to her bed and f...rget about the whole thing.* * *"So what's the deal? Spencer and me, both up before you?" Sam asked, with a smug grin seemingly stuck on her face. Freddie Benson didn't say anything, but from the way he leant towards Carly, it was obvious that he was also curious for the answer.Normally, Carly was the one waking up Spencer. Now Spencer had to. Rosie was panicking now as her situation grabbed her by her metaphorical balls. She was gagged and her hands were cuffed behind her and she was being carried by a man considerably stronger and undoubtedly older into an alley. Two scenarios popped into her head, both bad. He was either going to kill her or rape her, she tries to push third scenario of him raping her then killing her out of her mind. Ivan carried the girl to the alleyway. Listen to me, he said shh, shh, dont be scared Im here to. Josey, I’d love to be here with you, to see it happen and even help make it happen.”“You mean - you’re planning to stay with me?”“If you’ll have me ... I mean, as a very close friend and a private pilot for your plane until I teach you to fly and get your license. Then - I would love to be your co-pilot.”“Jillian, you just talked yourself into a permanent job. Make that call this morning, and have our plane brought up here as soon as they can. If they need financial references, tell them to. He just sat and continued to sip from his drink. I moved in slowly, not because I was trying to be quite. I ached all over from sex with Vance and every movement was painful. I winced in pain at one moment. The sound of my gasp drew Blake’s attention. ‘So you went through with it?’ he asked. ‘Why does it matter to you?’ I was ready to go on the offensive against Blake. I was prepared to defend my actions. I was prepared to stand against Blake’s verbal assault and ready to dish it back out to.