But as we neared home, as steel and glass gave way to strip malls and fences, her eyes grew wider and her sounds more distraught. There were streetli...hts everywhere, and anyone that looked in could see her naked and bound. I’m sure many did. I drove slower. Finally we reached our house. Four bedrooms, two car garage and a newly mown lawn, everything two thirty-ish upper middle class suburbanites could hope for. I pulled in, but not far up the drive; I made her walk it, naked, then. How I was able to keep from running naked through the streets, shouting joyously into the night I’ll never know. ‘That is just so awesome. Are you going out to celebrate?’ ‘Yeah, I have some plans. What about you?’ ‘Ugh, I’m exhausted. I’m gonna grab a bite to eat hit the sack. You have fun though.’ She started to head to her room. ‘Oh! Was there any mail?’ ‘Nope, nothing for you.’ ‘K. See ya.’ ‘Sooner then you think,’ I said to myself. She closed the door and I was alone in the living room. I. "Her profile here says her name is Sarah Gale. She's nineteen years old and a resident of the United Kingdom." So we have a British teenager on our hands?" I asked, trying desperately to keep the quiver out of my voice."Looks like."I swallowed hard. This would have to happen sometime, might as well be now."Wake her up Dr. Thompson." I said halfheartedly.Thompson nodded.He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a stick of Loxicodile. It was sort of like an old fashion glow stick. You bend. Loren stripped off his shirt and pants and sat on the bed, coaxing her onto his lap."You look sexy," he said."I feel sexy. That's why I picked this underwear." It looks great. Do you want to leave your stockings on?" Maybe..." She kissed his lips. "For a while at least."Loren ran his fingers across her breast. He could discern, faintly, the outline of her areola through the fabric of her bra. Then, he reached around her, found the clasp on the band and released it. Abrielle thrust her arms.