Otherwise, he'll have to kill us anyway." We won't tell! Will we, Dad?" my precious little teen daughter insisted, now energetically looking back and ...orth between me and the invader."No, we won't, but I already tried to reason with him, downstairs, before he marched me up here at gunpoint. That's not good enough for him. So he's going to make us do something so shameful, so humiliating, that in our guilt we'll be sure to keep quiet. And oh, Honey, when you hear what it is, you'll understand. Very good Nikki... ah can I call you Nikki ? This interview is going to go easier if we are on first person bases... Yes... call me what you want, I don’t care... Letting go of her chin he stepped back leaning on his desk while still facing his subject. For her part Nikki managed to hold her head up, but she wasn’t looking at him, instead her attention remained on the carpet and his shiny army boots. Are you cold Nikki ? Perhaps a little thrusty, yes I know they tend to. What she was wearing shocked and stunned him. She was quite literally dressed to kill.Her very blonde hair was tied up in a severe bun, and she was dressed in a tight PVC mini dress. It was black, and shiny it almost looked wet.Reaching from her neck to about 6 inches above her knees, the dress was sleeveless and really contrasted with her very fair but lightly bronzed golden skin. Her arms would have been bare but for the fact that she was also wearing very long black PVC gloves that reached. He brought me down to see you. He insisted. Susan really had a go at him about interfering, but he insisted. And when I saw you, I could still see how hurt and lost you were, and all I wanted was for you to take me in your arms and hold me. I know I couldn't find the words, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But before I could say anything, you'd turned your back on me. Ralph says it was a good three or four minutes. It seemed like a couple of seconds to me. Ideas for words kept rushing through my mind,.