”“It’s too late now. I’m going to make you mine, and youcannot resist me.”“I don’t want to resist you, only ...ake my hands free.”“Too, late now…” I enjoyed being in power.“Please… untie my hands…” she was gettingfrustrated as she realized, she had lost control overthe situation. She tried to free herself, but the beltheld her wrists perfectly. Her resistance made me evenmore excited. I pulled her body to. Looking at the river out stretched before her, she knew the trip would do her wonders. Abby was in need for a trip without modern conveniences, getting away from phones and the rat race. Sam promised her silences broken with nature, the beauty of the river doing it’s magic. They had spoken online for a very short time, when she had heard once again the beauty of the river. Abby was joking with him a few weeks earlier about coming down. ‘Sam you make it sound so peace filled. Packing my bags,. It had been a clean hit but Jansen knew he'dangled himself to inflict the maximum amount of damage. The ref couldn't say anything and the other team were too concerned abouttheir fallen leader to go after him right then. When he came back to thesideline the coach told him to hit the showers as he didn't want a war onhis hands when the other team came to its senses. Jansen knew the coachwould really rather send him packing but the owner had personally signedhim and most of the other renegade. No – would you believe it was a married woman –her husband was away on business for a month and she asked me to mow her lawn – it was hot and I was down to my shorts and bare chested – all hot and sweaty like. After I had finished she had a cool drink for me in the garden and she started to ask quite embarrassing questions and one of which was……. are you still a virgin boy or has some lucky girl had that privilege already.I said no I was inexperienced.I don’t know what happened after that.