I heard her say, "come in, it's open"...It was almost dark in the apartment and all I said is "is Riley here" her husband's name, just to be safe.She ...alled me to the living room and there she was on the sofa covered with a light blanket. The lights were dim and she laid there propped on a pillow and smiled at me to come closer. I sat on the edge of the sofa and leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back like I had never been kissed before and in one motion threw the blanket off of her. “Be back in a few, have fun,” I told Michelle as I turned to drive my father to my aunt.My aunt Anyango lived a thirty minute drive away on the far side of River Nzoia and once we were there I waited as my father and my aunt fruitlessly argued about my uncle requiem. Finally they came in conclusion allowing me to drive back. So a trip that should have taken not more than one hour and thirty minute dragged on for over two hours and it was now dark.When I returned, I found Michelle sitting in a. "All the more for me," she said rubbing her hands, like an old witch and laughing.Once our meal was over I wandered over to the semi as I remembered when I was installing the water system that I had bought a box of joiner's tools and hadn't looked in the large toolbox. After rummaging on the back for some time, as we still had many items not opened yet. Like the cot I had purchased for our baby, which I hope I will need soon and the sets of arrows and bundles of bows all in boxes. Not that the. Then he grabbed the left one and gave it a violent twist. This caused her feet and elbows to move just a little. Which he then secured with even more cables. That sadistic bastard was torturing her nipples to find any slack in her bonds. Lastly he grabbed both clips and gave them a yank. Debbie grunted out a scream. All that moved were her fingers. The fucker sat that and smiled, so pleased with himself. I swore that if I ever got half a chance I'd take him down a few pegs. My bound feet being.