They looked so helpless. So beautifully helpless. It wasnt long until she began crying. P-please, somebody, help me! she yelled, twisting and thrashin... in the ropes. All she managed to do was injure her wrists and ankles. The ropes held taught, she hadnt even gotten them to loosen. Her crying quieted down when she heard a thick, deep voice. Hello, Alyssa, the voice said. Immediately, the girl tensed. Her breath caught in her throat and she turned to the corner of the room where she thought the. I know that she wasn’t when I was [G] and, being shy in the extreme in my younger days, I was never the one to place myself in a situation where I might be rejected. I hated rejection (don’t like it much today, either) I visualize the circumstances like this…a fairly lengthy ‘getting to know you’ relationship. There had been some heavy petting from time to time and some very heavy breathing. A confidence from her ‘I never have before’ would have me restraining my desires until one day (night?). “That was a 68… you owe me one.”We both broke out in laughter at that.“Damn, Grasshopper. You sure have come a long way since college! I can see I am going to have to bring my “A” game with you. I would do it now, but we should be heading back. I would guess by now dinner is nearly ready.”We swam back under the waterfall and across the pool where we reclaimed our belongings. I snapped off a dozen more photos, including several of Linda and the two of us. We headed back down the path and I. I loaded that and pronounced us ready to leave.We had more people than travois by now and most of the women who'd learned to shoot bows had theirs in hand. I took a few minutes for explaining then, since they were only carrying a few arrows each, even though I knew I'd made sure they all had at least thirty-six in their own lengths more or less assigned to them. I had them take twelve each and spent a little more time showing them how to switch their practice points for broadheads.The last big.