I always put my briefcase on the floor on the right side of my desk when I got home from work but it wasn't there. It felt as if an icy fist was squee...ing my spine as panic began to take control of my thinking. Where was my briefcase? Had the police taken it? I tried to think but I couldn't seem to concentrate.Finally, sitting at my desk, I took a few deep breaths and managed to calm myself. I reviewed everything that happened on Tuesday from the time I left work until I found Holly on the. However when they saw the 6' by 3' wooden crate, they wished they had more help to lift it.They manage to get it into the van and set off to the address they were given. Gareth suddenly turned to Peter and said "Did you hear that?" Hear what?" was his reply."I thought I heard a groan, coming from the back of the van!" he replied."Don't be daft, there is only that bloody big crate" Peter responded."I know; that's what is so strange the noise seems to be coming from the crate!" Gareth. She had this beautifully tones stomach that with her petite figure I instantly had this though, 'I bet if I was to slide my cock into her, I could see the outline of it protrude out slightly as it travels in deeper!' Well, at this point, my hopes were well, high, and now it was time to find out what was to come next. She asked, "How would you feel about meeting me?"REALLY? DID YOU NOT SEE YOUR REFLECTION AS YOU TOOK THAT PICTURE???"I would very much like to meet you? What did you have in mind?. "We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for the door handle.I peeped around the crack I had made in the door. Again, there were the five girls, each a different flavour. Still, each held out a six pack of beer. I felt my will crumbling. Then I.