Breathing hurt since my throat was so, so very sore. I smelled smoke. ‘Why am I smelling smoke?’ I asked myself. ‘OH MY GAAWDDDDDDD!’ I scream...d. Ooh my throat hurts.” The scream died, it was too painful to scream. My eyes popped open, I thrashed around. ‘I must get out of the car, run for my life. Where is the door handle?’ I was trapped, I cannot move. ‘Let me out!” I prayed. “Help! Why can’t I move? Where am I? Where is the car? Where are all the animals? Where is the fire? God help me,. Ginger abandoned her reclined position to sit up grabbing Dan’s head pulling him harder onto her pussy; grinding her hips against him she came with a sweet groan and shutter. Dan unexpectedly found himself pushed back where he had to catch Ginger as she jumped down from her perch, grabbing her things and his hand she dragged him up away from the beach back to the street. Their cab having arrived moments earlier was ready for them, Ginger got in first, sat down and as Dan gave his directions. “Daddy, I…I…”A strange look comes over her dad’s face that scares Amy. In a far off voice he says. “So, you like pissing yourself, do you?” Unable to speak, Amy nods trembling. “Get in the tub” he commands. Amy stares at him unsure of what to do, limbs immobile. “Daddy…I’m sorry.” She says. He replies with “Don’t be sorry, just get in the tub.”Seeing her unmoving, frozen in place, Steve closes the gap and picks up her small frame easily and carries her over to the tub, piss dripping onto is. Mark remembered leaping toward the intruder; the flash of gunfire; thesearing pain; and then blackness.How long had he been out? Where was he? Was he dead? He remembered avoid...then a feeling as if he was being ripped from his body.Now, he didn't feel...didn't feel anything at all...no pain, nothing atall. He realized he couldn't move, speak, or even open his eyes. Now hewas gripped by a real terror! Had he survived the shooting, only to endup blind, and paralyzed? Was he in the hospital? What.