My pants were bunched around my ankles and I couldn't raise my foot to make the last step.I never realized how strong Olivia was. Even as I struggled ...o get onto the dock, she gave a mighty pull and back I went into the water. I couldn't even swim because my pants had my ankles bound together and she was still holding them. I squirmed like crazy and managed to free myself from them.When I surfaced, I immediately saw Olivia climbing the ladder with my pants in her hand. She was laughing like a. .” He sang the lullaby through twice. By that time, she was asleep. He visited the bathroom to use the facilities and to wash hands and face. It was a shame to remove Jen’s sweet odor, but he was going out. He didn’t want another man smelling her private scent. That would be his monopoly, his as long as they both shall live.He called the pizza place to give his order. He left a note for Jen on the kitchen table: “Love you. Gone for pizza. Love you.”She hadn’t stirred when he got back. He set. It was around 10:30 when he came to pick me. I was wearing lehenga and he was in jeans and a T-shirt. We left for home and on the way, I said, “Iqbal, bhaiyya zara paan khilwa do.” He stopped the car near a pan shop and got a meetha pan for me. While eating pan a drop of pan fell on my chest just above my kurti near cleavage. I removed my dupatta, pulled the kurti down exposing more cleavage and cleaned the drop. Iqbal was staring at my cleavage. After having Pan and Iqbal having a nice show of. Both passenger side wheels were off the ground. The car was going to flip over. I was going to crash. The goon chasing me would drag my battered body out of the wreckage and bring me to that kid Angelo and the other big bully. I had seen the way they stared at me in the frat house. God knows what they would do to me."Please don't crash!" I screamed as my fingers tightened even more on the steering wheel. I shut my eyes and prayed.I felt a jolt as the wheels hit the ground. I wasn't moving. I.