“This car was designed to have beautiful sexy women riding in it like you two,” he complimented, admiring Diane’s long, slender legs. “Be good... Dan, keep your hands to yourself,” he thought.“This is the first time we’ve ridden in your Shelby Daddy, very nice car,” Brenda remarked, feeling the leather seats. “Have you and Mom broken in the back seat yet?” She teased.“As a matter of fact ... we have, last February,” he smiled in the rearview mirror.“You drove your Shelby in the winter? Wasn’t it. How much more of this was she going to have to endure?Even at her most downcast and pessimistic, she hardly imagined this nightmare, which had taken her friend's life, was going to last for all of thirty years. The bunch of lunatics running this remote neck of the woods would be found out one day, although when she took on board the fact that the prison had been operating for fifteen years already, she realised she might be here for a year or two.When the truck deposited the tired and. "Hold the front page. I mean rope. There isonly one possible use for rope; bondage. Everybody knows that you wouldnever use rope to tie down a tarpaulin. Or who would be insane enoughto, I don't know, use it on a boat. Let alone use it to hold thecurtains back like I have in my living room. Or did you miss that allthe times you've been to stay? But chain, that's different. That has tobe for bondage, right. You would never chain up a dog, or chain a biketo a fence or," All right," I cut her off.. Some part of me must have hoped that it was either a dream or some other equally short-lived response, because I felt a touch of fear. It was the one thing, the only real thing that I had no mundane explanation for, no matter how little I knew about sex. I knew it wasn’t some kind of change I was going through because I’d been a late-bloomer. Jordan had offered an explanation for it. I simply didn’t want to believe itI scooted again and I felt Jordan tense. “Mornin’,” she said.“Good morning,” I.