She sobbed in defeat as she realized was going to miss. The violent updraft she was diving through wasn't permitting her to fall fast enough.‘Curl u... into a ball, Child!’ her father’s voice sounded inside her head. Béla curled up into the smallest ball she could make, offering as little resistance against the terrific updraft as she could. No longer able to see where she was going, she plummeted downward, desperately hoping that the sensation of falling wasn’t the last thing she would ever. I was a "dangerous fugitive" and "might be armed," to boot. Jesus Christ, was he trying to get me killed? I had a sudden mental picture of those movies where armies of cops surround one poor guy all with their guns pointed. In the movies I remembered mostly the guy got shot full of a very large number of holes.I looked at the picture to reassure myself. It looked even less like me in slightly grainy print than it had on my cell display. Nobody'd recognize me from that.Even so, it didn't help my. And could feel herself rocking as hercaptors carried her to her unknown destination. the trunk was dropped onto a hard floor....it joltedher tired and trussed body...and making her biteon her gag... after what seemed like a lifetime slut felt fresh air enter the vented gag...and realised that her captorshad opened the box she had been enclosed in...itwas delicious to feel fresh air in her lungs....but onlyfocused her attention to the heat she was generatinginside the rubber cocoon....she. She was the only one. Their friendship was at such a level that they kept NOTHING from each other, and felt perfectly comfortable naked in each others presence. Yes, only she had the power to make Hazel see sense. One day, during a particularly cold day of winter, Emily came over to Hazels for a sleepover. They talked about the usual things that girls talked about at a sleepover: school, Emilys boyfriend, homework, Emilys boyfriend, clothes they wanted to buy, Emilys boyfriend, periods, Emilys.