‘Okay, let’s get started,’ Cindi said. ‘Mr. Bell, you sit here, Amber, go ahead. Bill sat down on the couch next to Cindi while Amber stood in...front of them. ‘What do you think of Amber and her outfit?’ Cindi asked. Amber had tied her hair up into a ball on top of her head. Her tanned skin radiated beneath the nearly transparent white sundress. ‘Very sexy,’ Bill said. ‘Her swimsuit is made of the same fabric as her dress. More like lingerie – if it got wet, it would be completely see through,’. I debated for a while about whom to call, but in the end decided on the local police. Because of my business, I had good contacts with them, and I was well known to many officers on the force. They would also be able to mobilize a team fastest. If I delayed too long, there was a good chance that whoever was holding Garth would get suspicious and just kill him.I put in a call to 911 and explained the situation. At first the dispatcher was skeptical, but when I identified myself and gave names. By the time he was half way home he ceased to concern himself with the ride. Now he worried about the hunters in camp. No one, since he had come to the camp, had even seen a horse closeup. Always from a distance ... always moving away. If it weren't for the dust, they would be ghosts."Hallo the camp ... I have friends ... I repeat ... friends. I would take it ill in anyone who harmed one."The lion hides were of more interest than the horses. And would be ... until the hunters returned home with. "I, I, I'm a asissy mummy, I, I'm a little sissy."Her smile was wide and devious. "Yes I know you are and we'll have tochoose a sissy name for you won't we? You're mummy's little sissy aren'tyou?" She gave him one last flick with her crop, aimed almost betweenhis cheeks, driving the twinkling ruby of the plug that she knew wasthere, deep between them.He whimpered softly, the thrust almost driving him over the top. "Yessmummy." His whole body quivering submissively as he said it.She stood back.