.that literally across the street from me. I say oh that sounds great to me. She says you know it would make it easier if we do hit it off well. and i... like ffuuuuck I want to fuck you right now! (thinking that in my head). so we agree to that planned at our next soonest availability.date nightso it date night and we are going to meet at the restaurant near me. we are text through the day im sure us both are making sure we are going to show up. I get ready and shes texting me when shes close by. As he enters he see's her sitting on a stool at the counter andstops. She motions him forward with a finger, then to turn full circle.By the time she's back in his field of vision, she's off the stool andwalking towards him, leash in hand. Clipping it to the d ring on the frontof the collar she turns and heads to the front door. It's only a few stepsbefore the leash is drawn tight. She turns with a frown on her face, thensee's his situation, smiles, and walks a bit slower.They step out of the. LISTENING IN. Three houses down, from the Caruso’s, lived Philip and Gloria Gennaro. They had lived in the same house for thirty-two years and knew everyone on their street by name. Phil was a member of the Plumbers Union, and was well respected, both at home and at work. His son, Frank, was serving in the U.S. Marines, and was stationed in Iraq, when his family received notice that he had been severely wounded. He would be returning home, in four to six months, depending on how long his body. Her wrists were held behind her back and taped together. She was so shocked by being manhandled that she momentarily stopped struggling. No one had ever gotten her to shut up before, so she did not know how to react. Nobody ever had the guts to deal with her and this was the first time she was being controlled.In the struggle to get her into the dugout, the thin cotton straps of her halter top were ripped, and the shirt was pulled down on one side. The dark brown nipple of her left breast was.