Thinking back, Nayana made herself remember the feeling of his hands on her legs, how warm they had been and how he had massaged her calves absentmind...dly with gentle fingers. She imagined the hands sliding higher, caressing the back of her knees. Higher still, sliding up the inside of her thighs… She squirmed as a bit of arousal crept through her skin to land softly between her legs. Closing her eyes, she raised a hand to stroke one of her slowly hardening nipples.Sipping more water, she used. " She was quite popular but it was her work for several charities that endeared her to the public. In 1977 she'd succumbed to breast cancer leaving a vacuum in several hospitable enterprises.Jennifer married a Broadway producer. Her step-father's money bank rolled many successful shows which made Frank richer still. Jennifer was a stay-at- home mom raising their five children. Though there were troubles in the marriage, they stayed together for the children's sake. They eventually did grow to. Now, as I arrived at the southern edge of the granite formation, I could see the first marker, a rock with a peculiar hole though the middle of it. After I reached the marker, I turned and began to head north into the rock formation itself. My thoughts returned to that night years ago. I had pulled my arm out and continued to stumble around in the dark. I had taken my bow, moved it from side to side in front of me to make sure I would not stumble on something in front of me I could not see. I. I can almost see the thoughts on her face as she recognizes there’s no hope of her escaping me.I reach for the other restraint, applying it to her wrist, securing it. I slowly get off the bed, and stand there. Relishing the vision of her restrained to the bed, thinking of what I’d do next. I remove her wedged heels and toss them aside. Calmly walking to the nightstand, I reach into a drawer and retrieve a pair of scissors. Humming a tune to myself I kneel onto the bed and trace her belly button.