He lived in the nearby city while I lived about 15 miles away in the suburbs and usually dressed whenever I got to his place. I had only ever been out...driving dressed once in the evening (that story another time) and was always nervous when on the road and on the way to satisfy Kellie’s needs. During the course of our encounters I became very comfortable with him. When together, I was able to act naturally as Kellie and always felt very femme and sexy in his company. He allowed my inner gurl to. I slowed a little more and followed her gaze. Half hidden behind the pines was a dark red van. Her hand clenched again.'There, with the blonde hair and red skirt, do you see? That is Jenica; she is nice. She is from Bucharest too, and we used to talk sometimes. She is much older than me though. I mean she is at least thirty.' People can be so cruel.After another couple of kilometres the road curved back to the lake. I'd seen vehicles parked among the trees and in the rear mirror I'd seen a car. Bellowing his rage he grabbed Lila's hands jerking her to her feet; he dragged her behind him to the torture room, his roars of anger waking up everyone within earshot. She tried to follow him but wasn't given a chance. He tied her wrists to the suspension beam and raised her on tiptoe.She did not plead, nor cry. She knew why and what was to happen. She struggled on her tiptoes to balance herself awaiting her punishment. He picked up the single tail whip and started on her back. He lashed her. I had to know actually, so I turn around, and to my surprise, Ryan lay there, on his bed, in a towel, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his belly and he’s just staring at me. “Hey, have a nice shower?”“Yeah, you almost done?”“Yeah, I’m done for tonight anyway.”I closed my laptop and turned off the desk light, not realizing that it was pitch black in the room. I used my cell phone as a small flashlight to get to my bed, I could hear Ryan laugh. “What’s so funny?”“You.”“I’m taking.