We were thrown around quite a bit, but nobody was seriously injured, even though the bus did roll onto its side and slid for about 40-50 meters.We wer... just pulling ourselves together when we heard the chatter of a machine pistol and the sound of bullets hitting the roof of the bus. Some of the bullets came through, but they were going so slowly at this point that the only wounds were simply nicks and scratches. Everybody on the bus scrambled for cover, and we wondered what the hell was going. I never did find out why.I went to the bar to drown my sorrows, and started playing pool. And drinking. And drinking.Helen stood against the bar watching the pool. I'd seen her before; bouncy mousey blonde hair to the shoulders, tight boob tube over her tiny tits. Big round arse captured in her tight, blue jeans.As I played I glanced at Helen. Made eye contact and smiled. She smiled back.I moved about the table playing shots, then, as I bent down to take another I felt a hand brush across my. Rose felt a pang of jealousy on account of their playfulness and she wasn’t even entirely sure why. ‘I’m…’ ‘Oh, don’t listen to him,’ Lilly said quickly, ushering Rose into the living room. ‘We’re practically cousins. I was raised alongside him down in ol’ New Orleans.’ ‘But you must be at least twelve years younger than him,’ Rose said, trying to pinpoint her age. Lilly laughed loudly and wrapped an arm around Rose’s shoulders, ‘My dear, your flattering words will get you to China and. Then he woke her with one strike from the rope to her back. Her eyes spread open screening the room and being unable to really move her neck. She then realized where she was, and she was naked, and tied. Panic shot through her and she wiggled trying to get down, but this only resulted in hurting her. John had placed a breaker bar ( long round metal bar) atop the saw horse, between her legs, so now when she wiggled it rubbed her tender vagina, crushing the pretty lips. When she wiggled the bar.