I just hope I find it.”This could be my shot. I decided to embrace the moment.“Well, I could take you there,” I said.She looked back at me with ...hose piercing eyes. “Please,” she said. I moved my hand out and led her the way. We walked out of the shore as I picked up my towel. “I’m Ben,” I told her. She said her name was Anais. What a name. One I never heard before.I motioned the way towards the street past the beach. Only one block down and I was wondering how much fun it would be to go on a. So, I guess he’s not gay. He’s bi? And is that one of the games, how she gets off?” “Yeah, kind of,” said Tracy, completely unaware of what she had just admitted to. “She likes watching. I shouldn’t tell you this but she likes to play with herself in different ways while watching other women get fucked. Messed up, right? She really liked watching me and other guys like Tim, you know, like last night. A total turn-on for her. Maybe that’s why she opened her legs for you.”Mel’s mind continued to. She’s in some sort of plastic box or... crate- she tries to move to the wired opening in the front and finds that besides her hands, something else is restrained- she can't seem to move her legs. Her head snapping down quickly she notes that there is some sort of leather belt around her naked waist with a chain on each side running down to each ankle. Combined with a spreader bar keeping her legs pushed apart, this would also make her unable to straighten her legs- crawling would be her only. The Judge was sort of smiling when he blamed me for the whole thing, but I could see his point. Somewhere along the line, the Chief Justice decided I had to die to keep some part of the conspiracy from coming to light, and in going after me, he kept the investigation energized.Each time his manipulations resulted in a shooting attempt on me, the Judge ended up with another thread to pull, which led to all kinds of things that would have never come to light.I WAS to blame. How the heck do you.