Now if she could only get her Dad to acknowledge that his daughter was a good-looking woman . . . .Her mind drifted back to her fantasy. In this one, ...hough, her lover had a face, which was new. She could clearly visualize that it was her Dad that was touching her, feeling her, pleasuring her, and loving her. The lewd thoughts raced through her head, and she felt the beginning of her climax. Her breathing was now faster, shallower, and more ragged. She could sense her muscles tightening in. Ilooked at her without a word. She pushed me back on the bed, andgrabbed the soft ropes that she had used the night before. Quickly, myhands were tied to the bedposts, and my ankles followed suit. Truth betold, I didn't put up much of a fight! Slowly she reached up and undidthe clasp that held the robe of her peignoir closed at the throat. Ithit the floor in a soft heap. She reached up, and slid the thin strapsof the gown off her soft white shoulders, and the silk slithered to thefloor around. I trust in Fate, for she is a powerful goddess; the empress of the world.At last my captor’s minions arrive. There are six of them and they are ugly, brutish things; more animal than human. They speak to me but I cannot understand their guttural words. They laugh and gesture meaningfully but each sound they utter makes them seem more clumsy and stupid than the last. There is one who wears leather gloves; provided by his lord no doubt. He is the only one allowed to touch me. He leers and. . take her down, and Rebecca grabbed her by the arm as she come close to her on the bank of the Ocmulgee, Rebecca's face was beautiful to the eye and then rapidly changed in to a horrible corpse, and the drums began beating, louder, in a rythmic beat and, suddenly she awoke screaming in terror. Mathew was awakened."Marlowe," he shouted."Are you all right? She cried, and shivered as she began to pant and lost her breath, oh my God, hold me," Mathew, she said.Marlowe was badly shaken about the.