What if they've, you know.... what if she's beenkidnapped and they are just going to abuse her for their owngratification. If she's, well, if she's ...aped or something worse, whatare we going to do. I hope she'd going to be alright. Maybe itsAinsworth setting some old scores, or even his wife! Anyway, at least weknow who it is. We'll be able to give the police everything. They willsurely be able to get all these people, after all, we've got their faceson video. They will soon be able to. " Yep."She reached up then, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Nothing else was said. She turned, and sauntered away down the mall, leaving me standing there speechless.I still didn't understand what was going on, but you could guarantee where I'd be at Seven o'clock. And yes, I stared at her butt again. Of course.I was there before she arrived. I'd finished my errands and headed home first, showered and changed my clothes, and then, as it wasn't far, walked down to the restaurant. Yeah, so. I slide my hands under her skirt, and can see she hasn't put panties on. I let out a slight moan of approval. Her hands on my hips lightly, holding me to her. I run my fingers down along her crack, on either side and squeeze her ass again. I let our kiss end, looking at her. “Are you ready for this, my little pixie?” “I am, Miss. How I have longed for this for as long as I have known you.” “You’re such a good girl. I can’t wait to see how well you do.” I take a step back, and tell her to strip. The flower beds have been planted with flowers to match the colours of the national flag. She chides herself for overreacting with Travis about the room. Her thoughts turn dark and she despises herself remembering what had happened with Travis, what she would have let him do again, when her husband is missing. She looks out into the night’s sky. “Where are you Charles?” She sighs. Sleep eludes Rebecca. Her eyes stare blindly at all areas of the beautiful room. She cannot relax in the luxury.