Working up all the strength in her exhausted body, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HEL—” Her scream was cut short...as the attacker’s blade was plunged into the side of her stomach, cutting through her without any effort. The pain that shot through her was so excruciating, she lost all control over her body and mind. The pain inflicted to her with the knife lodged in her flesh was even more horrible than the Taser, something that she thought was impossible. With. A double ping. Fuck we must be there. One final kiss. Smooth down jacket. Tuck in shirt. Doors open. Pick up cases. Walk past the maid, who smiles. Fumble with the card key. Hand shaking slightly, open door to room 1917. After you... Now it begins... Door closed. Relief. Giggles. The anonymous decoration. The huge bed. Perfect. Turning you to face the mirror at the end of the bed, standing behind you kissing your neck as your breathing gets deeper. You turn and our lips meet, my hands cupping. Not that we had done anything really 'special' - we went grocery shopping the first day, looking for things to make for two. I cooked dinner the first evening, she the second. Both meals tasted pretty good to me and she seemed to enjoy them as well.Yesterday one of the highlights was just a walk in the park and sitting near a small waterfall, talking about some of the little things, trying to get to know each other a little better.Linda is a registered nurse. She had spent the early part of her. ... one to do the fucking and fingering and feeling, and one to shoot the video. Cloning hasn't reached the stage where this would be possible so I realised I'd have to ask someone to be the cameraman! First though I had to check that this would be OK with Sue. She was initially reluctant, and stipulated that I must ensure whoever did it didn't get a copy of the video and that she would trust me to keep it to myself and NOT let it get into the internet. I agreed. Then I called up my friend Joe.