Three weeks went by with no more mention of her fantasy about Randy and I knew that if I brought the topic up she would feel like I was pushing her an... that would end the whole thing immediately. She has a remarkable stubborn streak and when she digs her heels in she always gets her way. I just carried on as if the conversation that night had never happened and hoped that she was just working herself up to mentioning it again. That night as we lay in bed she was holding my cock and staring. Was really nice today. I don't know why; she's usually a bitch. Sometimes I have problems with Big Bear, however, he can realize every once in a while I need a kind word. Still at the ending of the first period I really wish I could have a hug from that one special person. *[full name was footnoted again]He got his hair cut, at first it was a shock, but it isn't bad. It looks better at the back. I want him, I love him, I long to be near him. This is more dangerous then wanting sex in. I felt full lips brush on the tiny hair on my ear as my captor said scream and youll regret it his voice was strong like his grip and very deep. It was an all male voice, one a girl could fall for in different circumstances. I felt him pull away and heard what I knew was duct tape being unraveled. First he covered my mouth them he bound my wrist in a seemingly unbreakable vice. I was stuck and very vulnerable. He stood back and admired his work like any true artist would and he nodded in. She wished them a good afternoon and they headed out to his bike and then home.Once at the house, Greg asked to see more of her sketches. He was very impressed with what he saw and he encouraged her to draw at any time she felt the desire. She started to say something a couple of times, and Greg told her to just say what she wanted."Well I need the practice of drawing human figures. Would you mind posing for me?"Greg was flattered, but really didn't think he would be that good of a subject..