I heard what sounded like a body being dragged across the floor.Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a round being chambered into a handgun. “Kee... quiet and do what you’re told, and you won’t be hurt”“Tony, zip-tie him to that chair”. “No name’s, idiot” came the reply. Then I heard a zip-tie pulled tight. “Sorry, but damn, look what we have here”, said the first voice. “What a slut, looks like our lucky day”, came a second voice from across the room. Then pain as the one next to me. There was a pier on the property, plus six kayaks. "So, we just bring food? Is that right?" he asked."Or you can buy local. There is a small village about ten miles away. The beds will be made before you arrive. We'll hide the keys in the well house out back." Betty, the rental agent/future owner said.He gave her his contact information and a credit card number. She promised to call with confirmation when the bank opened. They said their good-byes and rang off.The five weary trekkers did not. She was too busy blaming everything on Wendy. Bill had heard that before from her. Finally he told her he had to go and simply hung up."That was Mom. I think that we can safely assume that Cathy wasn't bluffing when she said she sent the stuff to our families. I am guessing invites to visit family might be a bit hard to come by for a while." Bill was trying to take a page out of his wife and daughter's book and attempt to stay positive. He felt that his marriage and family depended on what. He sat there on the floor next to the bed waiting for his mistress to give another command."Good boy," she said and ruffled the fur on top of his head. The dog closed his eyes and thoroughly enjoyed the moment.She quickly grabbed her robe and walked out into the living room. "Gary?" Yeah hon." He was behind the tree shaking boxes."It's not there." What's not there?" he said looking falsely puzzled."Your gift." Oh? I ... I wasn't looking for that," he said."Sure you weren't." She smiled as she.