And though she is just nineteen years old, she and I have been quite active sexually. Too often we have almost been caught by either her parents or he... b*****r. But so far we managed to stay one step ahead of them and am hiding that fact from them. Or so I thought! Just last month she and I decided to take a trip to a hidden beach area we found about 20-30 minutes up the road from her home. Late in the morning I stopped by her house to pick her up to go swimming at a new place and was surprised. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This story is part of the Tom Cup Short Story GalleyTo support this, and other stories by Tom Cup, visit: http://www.tomcup.com. Four green vines stretched across the thirty-meter-wide chasm. At least they looked like vines from a distance. The two outside ones were green 1-cm spilon rope. The center “vines” were two-cm spilon ropes. The rebels had used one as a zip line to cross the chasm to this side, and we found two zippers. The second 2-cm rope was higher on this end than the other and would be used to zip to the other side. The two thinner ropes that spanned the chasm were attached to two thicker ropes that made a. If he were anyone else, in any other situation I’d be admiring how handsome he was. Remembering he was my captor I pulled my focus. Clyde smiled and made his way into the bathroom. The minute the door shut I scrambled to free myself. I furiously worked on the knots, then finally gave up trying to undo them and I focused on getting up instead. There wasn’t much slack but I knew I had to try, I had to take advantage of the opportunity. Gritting my teeth I slid my legs over the bed, landing on.