"Making fantasy a reality!" You laugh, giving me a cheeky wink!"How did you get in?" I ask not sure whether to be scared or happy."The window is open,... you say, and then gag me."You're talking too much young lady!" You say. All I can do now is gurgle and moan into my ball gag!Here I am, tied and gagged lying on my stomach, where you have put me, and I can't move. I'm starting to get scared!It's like you've read my mind, as you stroke my hair gently, and say "If you relax and cooperate you won't. .but it is my job...and generally, I do it well. Somehow, sometimes, things goes...well...wrong for me. Samson Project Public Relations and authorities had been able to cover up some...unhappy, unfortunate adventures of me. Though, fortunately, nobody were hurt but me and my ego.Somehow, I continue to patrol the city day after day, night after night....A night like that...Though I am not like a Superman, I could hear a feminine screech of anguish from the dark alley. That scream was scary for. ‘Numchucks where are you?’ I would call just to break the monotony of the same name over and over. The next day a neighbor from down the road walked up while I was outside and told me that her husband had witnessed ‘The big black dog of ya’lls was laying in the road and a truck pulling a boat came around the corner and ran over your dog.’ ‘WHAT?’ I was appalled at the thought. After hearing what she told me we pieced together where Numchucks had went into the woods hurt. The man driving the. A few hours passed by as we got through more beers. That night we went out to the student union and we all got drunk, it was a night for bonding.There was some flirting and meeting new girls but on the whole we stuck together as a group. So back to the halls and we drank till the early hours, this is what it was all about. A few of us ended up going upstairs to the girls floor. There was a few of them up drinking, we sat around the common room with them. Inhibitions started to be let go.