’ My other wrist was bound also and I found that Jan had secured a pair of handcuffs on me. I laughed and Jan smiled at me. We had never been this a...venturous before and I found myself getting aroused by her actions. Jan sat me down on a hay bale and stood over me. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure we were alone and said. ‘Sorry… um… officer.’ I almost giggled.‘I couldn’t help but stare when I saw you staring at her too.’Jan leaned in close to my ear and said,‘You’re right… I was checking. If you wanna take it, take it.” His words seemed leaden with hidden meaning, but Megan shrugged it off, nodding agreeably. Shane offered her a welcome escape from the conversation as he handed her a vodka redbull from the bar, and put his arm around her waist. “I’ve got to depart, my friends,” Zach said, eyeing the lineup forming at the door. “But have fun and enjoy. The night is yours. Anything you need, you know who to come to.” He pressed a small pill into each of their palms, playfully. It may have worked, too, but she thought she'd try a softer tack before pulling rank."Pavel... you're a nice man, I like you. But..." Dammit, she had to tell him the truth. "Pavel, I'm not going to be screwed over a bunk in a filthy cell and have you call it love!" She leaned back, waiting for his reaction."You not like it?" he asked."No!" she said, firmly. He looked down as if crestfallen. 'He really didn't have any idea, ' she thought. She'd wounded his ego and, in some strange way, she felt. What a fine ass it was, too, a perky little thing that always seemed to fill out whatever he was covering it with. He was a small guy, maybe 5-7, with dirty blond flyaway hair that hung down to his neck, usually held in place by a ball cap. He had some kind of fringe growing along his jawline, a turn-off for me, but the ass more than compensated. I’m guessing he was in the 25-28 year old range.I had taken to spending late afternoons reading on the front porch, which I found to be a relaxing.