I had tried, with absolutely no success, to re-contact Ingmar by radio on the two nights we had been driving from New York to Minneapolis. This failur... seemed strange and somewhat frightening. The signal should, if anything, have been stronger as we came closer together. Perhaps something bad already had happened to our newfound Canadian cousins.Having nothing better to do, I tried reaching them by radio during the daylight hours. I had heard that radio signals traveled much farther at night,. Tonight it is classier skirt and no panties. However, it is tight enough to allow the observant to see no panty lines. Garter belt a must, black, holding up tight-weave fishnet stockings to show off her legs. Not too bad for an old bitch as I mentioned. Three inch stiletto's complete the ensemble. I know, I know we all like heels to be higher, but as I've said I like to mix the respectable with the slutty to increase the degradation. Her well manicured nails painted a most unbusinesslike slut. At around 9:00pm after I was ready myself. I sent him a text reading “Your tonight’s girlfriend is Sapna Patel” And just so there is no confusion or anything I just wrote beneath “Happy Birthday Love. Live your fantasy full and well”I put on a slutty dress and had a sluttier lingerie in my handbag and knocked on his door. He opened the door almost instantly.Me: So you must be Rick. Hi, I am Sapna.He: Hi, Sapna. Come on in and have a seat.Me: Thanks. It’s a nice place you have.He: Thanks. You. ’ I walked purposely towards him, stopping only when I was within inches of him and I could feel his hot, angry breath. ‘It’s true.’ He said. I raised my hand to object but he grabbed my wrist tightly. He gripped on strongly, his hand wrapped firmly around my tiny wrist. ‘Get off!’ I shouted raising my other hand in an attempt to prise him off me. My plan didn’t work, and his other hand gripped tightly around my other wrist. ‘Stop being a twat!!’ I shouted louder. I hopelessly wriggled my.