", and Billie was wearing a sign that read, "Don't bother to help me, I'm a worthless she-male slut whore!" And who would have doubted the sign based...on what they saw. Between the outfit, the outrageous whorish make-up and the bright red ball gag in his mouth, Billie looked like a total pervert.Paramedics were now on the scene and began assisting the police in untying Billie. The ropework was immaculate, but the paramedics wasted no time in cutting it up. Using a bold cutter from one of the. Jonas felt the lower part of the man's spine twist and turn beneath his knee as his target franticly struggled to escape his fate.The razor sharp tip of the knife broke the skin. Jonas knew that he drove the knife into the man with a sharp thrust but the time stretching at times like this made it seem to slide into the man's body like a slow motion film. Jonas felt the slight catch as the spinal cord separated when the knife slipped between the vertebras. All motion ceased from the struggling. There was no mistaking who the guy was. With a bulk like that it had to be Andy Potter. The girl was leaning into him, and her hands were all over him. It was obvious to both Gary and Mike that something juicy was going to happen. Her hand was busy with the front of his boardshorts. Gary couldn't keep from grinning as he thought about the shock this girl was in for. Andy was one of those tall young men that nature blessed proportionately. Things on him weren't attached; they hung.Glancing. Off you go, I have people waiting.’ Well thought Doug driving off. That had taken some effort but was infinitely better than talking to eight other people, possibly none being able to assist him. No one appeared home at the yellow house although the front door was wide open. Doug walked around the oblong dwelling with its groups of windows in twos apart from what was called the sunroom and that had a wall of glass. He stepped on to the large wooden deck that extended out on piles a little way.