She broke to the surface a few feet away, her eyes shining. She grinned and winked, and then said loudly for the benefit of their parents, "Hey, Billy... I'll race you to the end of the pool and back again," she challenged. With a girlish whoop of delight, she spun about and shot out toward the opposite end, Bill right beside her.Bill set his face into the cool water and propelled himself furiously along, working off some of his sudden sexual tension in the long, hard-pushing strokes through the. I went through the pile looking for clues and anything out of the ordinary. Again, I paid a couple of bills to keep their house going, and trashed the junk mail.We next heard from Lisa Caldwell on Tuesday of the following week. Another Priority Mail letter arrived, this time postmarked from Ames, Iowa. I let Ash open it and read it. She then shared it with the rest of us.Dearest Ashley – and I’m guessing Christy and Jim, I got myself in a heap of trouble by being in the wrong place at the wrong. But that’s where the similarity ended. She had styled blonde hair that she wore down, just past the shoulder, and she was dressed in a white, sleeveless blouse and soft-pink skirt with pantyhose and a pair of white, wedge sandals. She looked at me holding my breasts and I saw a slight change in her eyes, a mix of curiosity and maybe concern. “Do you want a hand with that?” she asked without inflection. What the fuck? Do I want a hand feeling my tits? Jesus! “Do you want to go fuck yourself?” I. Still unable to move my head, I found myself staring at a spartan light blue wall, from a reclining position. I blinked my eyes. My head was throbbing, although I could sense no pain. Why can't I move? I thought. Am I paralyzed? I wiggled first my fingers, and then my toes, finding I had full control of both. With that question settled, I moved on to the next one. Why can't I move my head? The answer occurred to me in short order: I'd been immobilized somehow.But where am I? I thought. Forcing.