Upon reaching it, I closed my eyes, making a memory of my feelings to recall and describe later with my pen. Without warning, emotions swept over me. ...ith tears stinging my eyes, I blurted out, "I want to be a poet." I had spoken these words before but never with this much longing in my heart. Fear of this place was replaced with yearning. Yes, I yearned to know Percy Shelley. Craved the secret to his famous poems. I knew I had a hole within me that needed filling. Without trepidation, my hand. "So how did you get away with the money?" It was pretty damned neat. This was the last pickup on that particular street. The truck turned into an alley. My car was in about four car lengths headed out. As soon as the trash truck turned in, the regular worker was waiting by my car. I stepped down and ran along beside the truck pulling the bag from the shelf where I had hidden it."I was then beside my car and I tossed it through the door and onto the passenger's side. I slid in, pulled a blanket. He loved to watch them wake up, to see their minds struggle with their predicament and to wonder how they had gotten in such a predicament. His mind wandered briefly to the dozen or so other women who had awakened in this same situation and he smiled as his cock throbbed at the prospects of yet another night of pleasure. He watched as the movements began, first a struggling to move their arms and legs, then their eyes would flash open to find out they were naked and trussed up, then the fear,. She said “bhaiya door kyon band kiya” i told her “mom dad aa gaye to naraj honge ki tum abhi tak soye nahi”she said “ok”.now she folded her legs.i could see she was wearing a light pink panty.i was moving my hands on her thighs.she closed her eyes.she was getting hot by my acts.but she was trying to controll it.as she was a virgin.she was not able to understand her own urge for sex which was shooted by that capsule.i touched her panty with my fingers so many times.but she didnt responded.i.