She desperately wanted to go to the toilet as well, and continually flexed her stomach muscles in an effort to reduce the pressure on her bladder.The ...usic had changed, now upbeat, modern western music as opposed to the lilting rhythms of the rain forest. With darkness now complete outside, the only illumination from the windows was the reflection of the white and red barn lights. Lauren’s throat ached as well from her incessant crying and she knew that her eyes must look like she had been in a. Is it what she thought it was? It was exactly what Sarah’s mom thought it was. Sarah’s mom, a devout catholic woman, had never in her life used or even handled one of these things. She truly didn’t understand it either. If a woman wanted or needed sex all that was needed was a husband. Yes, it was a little more complicated then that, but every woman no matter who she was can find the right man. Can’t she, she asked herself. As far as Melinda was concerned she’d do it with her husband and get it. She called the knife. She hadn't lasted three days.But a task force was something new and delicious. They couldn't find him, they had nothing on him. Mr. Big Shot Detective couldn't find his ass with a flash light, road map and both hands. He smothered his giggles into his hand.And his partner, whoa, now she was something. All blonde, cool good looks and ice in her veins, sexy as hell in her uniform. He could imagine her strapped down to the table, spitting at him. She would be in that uniform. I tried to silence my whimpers, but I wasn’t as smooth as I thought I was being. The driver heard and began screaming something at us, though I don’t remember what it was. I was too occupied with what CJ was doing to me. Needless to say, I have a one-star review on Über now. At least the driver was nice enough to not kick us out of the car right then and there.When we got back to my spot, I hadn’t even closed the door before CJ threw me against the closest wall and did a full on assault of my.