Abigail: Hahaha! I know.Me: Wait so without the helmet I’m ugly? Is that what you’re saying?Abigail: Hahaha! No, you know what I’m saying.Me: I ...on’t know.Abigail: You know you’re hot! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come here with you!Me: So you’re only interested in my looks.Abigail: You’re my baby doll.Me: Hahaha!Abigail: Hahaha!Me: Let’s get inside.I was in the balcony admiring the huge mansion. There were a table and chairs around it. I sat on one of those chairs. I still had my helmet. "Did you sleep well", I asked, suddenly not sure what to say. "Yes", she replied. "I dreamed about you" "I dreamed about you too", I answered. "It looks like you still are", was her reply, her soft brown eyes now focused on the bulge in my shorts. Laughing I told her, "You do have that effect on me." Suddenly self conscious she stated, "But my hair is a mess and I don't have any makeup on." I assured her, "You don't need it, you are still the most beautiful girl I know." She leaned over the. He was making it too easy for me. His punch was telegraphed from the moment before he even threw it, and I simply used a basic Jodan-uke block, deflecting his fist into the brick wall. He howled as his knuckles shattered against the hard surface; he had thrown a very hard punch. I ducked under his arm and rotated to place myself in front of Amber, who was almost upright again.The Sasquatch was jumping up and down, clutching his fist, and I could see blood beginning to form on his knuckles. The. I violently shook my head.They laughed among themselves. I strained to look down and see what theHell I was trussed up in, but couldn't see much past whatever was on myface. What I could see were the edges of some extremely tightly wrappedblack bag around my entire body, looked to be made of leather and adornedwith thick, heavy buckles. The bag around my upper chest appearedinflated, or puffed out in some way, like something from inside waspushing outwards. I really did feel like I was trapped.