.. Part 1: A New ShapeWhen Robbie got around to his "treasures", about three weeks later, he found that the Puzzlebox was in pieces in the bottom of t...e bag.'Oh well,' he thought, 'I needed an excuse to put it back together anyway.' which he began to do.After several hours and many aborted shapes, Robbie was reasonably sure that he had it all in the right position to make the box appear to be complete. Just as he slid the last piece into place, the room began to spin and a silvery mist filled. Cindy clutched the pepper spray, white knuckled. He pulled behind the van and stepped off his bike. Tall, with a powerful build, he wore a fitted black t-shirt, worn blue jeans, and boots. She jumped when he tapped on her window. ‘Do you need some help, lady?’ he asked in a gruff voice as he removed his helmet. OK. He is not too bad, she reassured herself. After all, rapists don’t call you ‘lady,’ do they? ‘I’ve run out of petrol,’ she replied, still through the glass. ‘And I’m gong to be. Well, he wasn't surprised. He'd figured that they'd be getting an official letter soon enough, confirming what her grandmother had already told them. It wasn't good, but it could've been worse. And it confirmed that his planning was a good investment.He sat down at the table with Shahia and Alyssa — Hassan was at his own soccer training — and discussed what he'd been doing. His dad had pulled some strings, and he had a meeting scheduled with the local member of parliament, who was actually of. She was nervous I could see. He moved his hand between her legs, and pinched her clit, as he had done to me in the beginning. She made a noise. “Feels good, doesn’t it Hema?” He said. Then he went back to fucking me. He seemed to move more faster and with more excitement now. He kept fingering Hema and fucking me at the same time. My pussy was opening up finally, and pain was going… Replaced by some other feeling. I relaxed, as I could see Hema was not afraid anymore, she was enjoying. I.