There was a pillow under her head. She saw her clothes neatly folded on a chair nearby. She pulled her arms and legs to try to release herself but t...is was of no avail. She wasn’t going anywhere. ?Well, well,? she heard a man’s voice from the darker alcove off the side of the room, ?you’re awake.? ?Where am I?? she asked. ?What the hell do you want with me? Give me my clothes and let me go.? ?Now, that doesn’t sound very hospitable coming from a young woman touring. Now, though, how could she hide, yet not hide?The shovel.Ai stood, gripping it. It was big, with a thick, hollow black shaft and large plastic curved green blade. She could put it somewhere, and when Bill came by he'd notice it and know she was close and begin calling. Then she'd come out of hiding! It was a wonderful plan! Bill would be so proud of her, he'd hug and kiss and fuck her! Ai shivered in happiness at the thought. Now, where to put it?Following her tracks back away from the houses,. ’ Sitting up, he felt hurt….’Ok…if that’s the way you want it….’ Getting up he released her and walked into the bathroom. Turning on the shower he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the hot water spraying down on him. A few minutes later he felt her hand on his back. ‘Misha…I’m sorry sugar….it’s just that I’m tired and scared….it’s all a bit overwhelming…..’ Turning around he pulled her into the water, clothes and all, ‘I know baby….its going to be all right…I promise.’ and kissing her,. I assume that this is from experience on the TSA?(TH) I think so. I usually only hear the words 'constructive criticism' from those who take offense when somebody tells them the story was bad and why. Interestingly enough, the writers seriously interested in the craft never balk at being handled roughly.My wife is a writer too. When she was in the final stages of her first novel, she gave it to a few friends to read. To everyone the same copy, gave them all differently colored pens and asked.