You," Katie said."What? I didn't hear you," I replied."I said I don't know how I can ever repay you for helping me," she said.I tried to laugh it off,...but failed miserably. "Oh you know, just doing my job," I said."Yes, but that was going above and beyond the call of duty. I really owe you one," she said."Well, you are important to the agency. We can't have your pretty face getting beat up or have you hurt," I said. I turned my head to her as I said this, and her hazel eyes were looking deeply. He returned it just as warmly.18:00 Saturday, June 29th, 1991Holiday Inn, 2730 N. Main StWalnut Creek, CAAfter the second long day in the truck, Sandy felt beat. She felt sure everyone else did, also. Ben developed a cough in the truck, one which worried her. The look of distaste on his face as the spasms ended suggested things might be developing into something worse.When the family checked into the hotel, Sandy announced that she and Ben were tired, and would stay in the room to watch a. Get free” she said “I will wait”. Again Randy struggled but it was no good. Finally Wolf was able to extract himself and he lay down licking his cock. “Are you still going to kill me?” she asked “you really should not have said that”. Turning to her dog she said “what’s that boy? You want him again? You are so greedy. Yes I suppose you can go again”. Wolf advanced on the bound man and again climbed on his back.“What’s happening” cried out Randy. “Well my dear, Wolf is upset with your threats. I struggle for the control to walk in some sort of normal fashion without calling undue attention as I approach – without a good reason I want the element of surprise in my favor. I arrive at the landing and quietly step onto the living room carpet.Sandy is sitting in her favorite chair, her back toward me. She holds a large novel in front of herself; the television hums away beyond that. It seems cinematically comical – this nerve-wracking escapade is beginning a few feet away from her and she.