So, while resting my head onZeke's shoulder and with his arm holding me close I undid his pants,pulled him out, and gave him a casual hand job. He wa... thankfullyquieter this time but still loud enough to drown out the movie for afew moments. Afterward I repeated my actions and cleaned myself andthen him up.It didn't really seem to matter what we were doing for the rest of theweek. Watching television, having a late dinner, crunching data,playing X-Box... at some point Zeke would silently let. They snuggled on the couch next to the fireplace, drinking his finest bourbon, which she didn’t need to steal this time, and stared lovingly into each other’s eyes.He looked at her slyly and said, “I didn’t want you to know my name and what I did for work, since I kind of kidnapped you and raped you all weekend.”“Well, I didn’t want to tell you my name or where I worked either, since I had committed several felonies against you and thought you might want to forget about me any way after all the. She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast her back to him; she was wearing a pair of shorts that she had bought in Barbados and a boob tube, with a piny around her waist. She must have heard him come in; she said over her shoulder “won’t be long.” “Are you missing anything” he asked.She turned; he was twirling her thong around his finger. “Oh,” she grinned, “I have more than one pair you know.”“So what’s on offer today?” He inquired.“That’s for me to know” she paused, “and you to find out.”. Using the gun wasn't as exciting as shoving her off the road using the Jeep, but it would have to do. She couldn't be allowed to make it back to town."Goddammit! I wish I was British right about now," Liv clutched the Steyr in her left hand. "In Britain I could shoot out the window with my right arm, and drive with my left. Not the busted ass way I have to do it now." Liv was an excellent marksman with either hand. Her dad insisted she learn to shoot ambidextrously, but she greatly preferred.