Even if it was just me at home—well, me and the cat—I needed to start looking the part of the successful world-class baritone I was becoming. Goin... to become, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.There was an extra hop in my stride as I made my way down the stairs, calling out again to the cat. "Hey, kitty, I'm coming now, breakfast time! And isn't it a great day!" And I hit the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner—Into a horror movie.The first thing I saw was the towels spread out on the. I led her over to the open kitchen door and had her back up against its edge. Pulling her arms up over her head, I lifted the rope between her wrists over the top of the door. I'd gauged it right, I was glad to see. Anna was not very tall, but the length of her arms and the rope slack worked out just about right. She was pulled tightly upright, her breasts pulled up in proud naked display, but she wasn't quite on tiptoe. That would be sexy, undoubtedly, but it wouldn't be comfortable for. Her back had an amusing glow, I loved it. I kissed her neck and gave a long smooch and the waiter interrupted. I asked for a soda and she asked for a juice and those were served promptly.While having the soda, I saw not too far away, there was a European girl, drop-dead gorgeous, nice face, nice curves, sexy legs. She was dancing like there is no tomorrow, a few guys were fondling her breasts and lower part as well. I understood she was drunk as hell. But she was a damsel, would have been a. I had been made to sell not blend in with the night. A trip to Walmart was called for along with about five dollars worth of flat black spray paint.After breakfast I returned to the motel room to shower. In the parking lot of the motel I saw a girl who might have been eighteen, but it seemed unlikely. She was being dragged toward a room by a man about thirty. He held her by the coat, with a rabbit fur trim, as he pulled her toward a room.I quickly walked to him and pulled him from behind. "Let.