Often I would be away on a business trip andplan to take a day off and dress in my hotel room for a day outshopping and going to the movies. My, how I...loved those special days... I would go to the movies dressed up and rarely if ever would Ibe read. I would love to go shopping at the mall, try on clothes, eatlunch in a restaurant, visit the ladies room, etc., in short, do allthe things any other gal would do on her day off... Often I would getcomments from guys who would try to hit on me. I was. The afternoon passed and I called Dylan. ‘Oh, God, it’s been a zoo today. I never can leave for more than a day without things falling apart. No, no, just wrap it up, I’ll reheat it when I get in. Sorry. Yes, I think I’ll be home before 9:00. Love you.’ I hung up the phone, relieved that I had a few more hours before I had to face him again. I heard a signal on my computer to alert me to an incoming Instant Message. I looked up at the IM Window on my screen. white_russian: Good evening,. Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, could you come over for dinner?”“I’m sorry, but I have twenty turkeys to cook tonight and deliver tomorrow,” replied Harry as he stood to let them leave. He held his staff and leaned against it as he added, “I hope you understand.”“Of course,” answered Carla, not knowing much more about Harry than her single experience with him.“Where are you delivering the turkeys?” Silvia was curious to know. If he had just come down from St. Louis, then it was possible he. " I whispered in her ear. "You behave yourself, and you don't get hurt. Just do what you're told. Nod if you understand." Sobbing silently, I felt her nod. "I have a knife in my bag I sharpened just for you. If you scream, I'm going to slit your fuckin' throat. I promise I will." She continued to cry. "It's okay to cry. Just don't fuckin' scream." I lifted my hand and continued to bound her hands behind her back. I raised her up to sit on her ass. I got the rope and tied her tits tightly. They.