My god she was breathtaking. We had come home from hanging out with a bunch of friends at the bar. We were both drunk and things had gotten a little...heated in the back seat of the Uber.*I had started it just as the Uber left the bar. She was leaning on me with her arm around my back and her head in the crook of my neck. Her hand was in my lap and I couldn’t tell if she was trying to rub me or if it was just the movement of the car. I was about to find out. My hand was on her knee and I. "I'm the manager here, and his boss. Can I help you with something?" We're checkin' up on a possible abandoned truck registered to Mr. Pestova. The power company gave us your number as his new employer. Do you know when he'll be in to work?" No, I'm sorry, he's not come in for the last couple of days," Frank said. "Where was the truck found?" It was settin' at the end of High Point Road near Choteau Ridge," the deputy told him. "You know, north of Fort Benson?" Oh, yeah ... Well, I think he. It was from a woman whom said she really enjoyed some of my pics on my profile. We talked and she had mentioned to me she was a swinger. Along with herself and her husband. She had expressed the idea several times during the conversation that she wanted to meet. I said no. I explained to her that swinging in and of itself is not the same as bdsm. There are those unfamiliar with bdsm thinking it is all about sex and nothing more. I won't get into it here. But possibly in another writing. Anyway. I cut it in half; I used one strand to bind her wrists together. Then I tied her legs together. “That ought to keep you from following me” I said to myself mostly. Then I finally looked at her face for the first time. She had short brown hair and had a very pretty face. I bent down to get a better look at her and her eyes opened again. Her face turned from knocked out and helpless to angry and fierce. She tried getting up but she couldn’t move due to my binds. “What the!” she said. Then she.