"Reid trod back and forth under the streetlamp. A light snow was falling. He saw the bus approach and Monica stepped to the street. "Hi, Reid," she sa...d."Hi..." I'm really glad you called." Were you surprised?" he asked.She shook her head. "I figured it was fifty-fifty." Have you had dinner yet?" Yeah. You?" Yeah ... Would you like dessert or coffee or anything?"She shook her head. "I'm good." What would you like to do?" I dunno ... how about going to your lounge. I have some new music to play. ‘Okay, guys. We’d better get everything we need and get ready. We’re pulling out in twenty minutes. I’ll have our PR staff set up the FB page and get the Twitter account going. We’ll just let them know where we are and they can post and tweet it to anyone that wants to know. We should get hundreds of people for Jordan’s Ride!’ ‘That’s what I like about hanging with you guys,’ declared Jared as he began gathering his gear. ‘You’re always doing something cool, and it’s usually to help others.. After about ten minutes I hear the water stop. Shower door open and out comes Agnes, wet with the towel wrapped around her. She said, can you help me dry off dear? I got up to help her dry off. Rubbing the towel on those gigantic tits so big and soft, I had to lift them up to dry underneath them. I told Agnes to hold her arms up and I got behind her to dry her back ass, and legs. My dick was hard as a rock.Agnes went back into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on some perfume. She then. But imagining a man holding her captive and taking his fill of her, slaking his thirst in whatever ways he wanted, tying her up, and threatening and hurting her—especially threatening and hurting her. Fear was a favorite fantasy.The bus ride dragged on interminably, and boys she knew kept wanting to relate to her, to talk, kid her, tease, or flirt... Hurry, hurry, hurry, she thought, exhorting the bus driver to drive faster and traffic lights not to turn red.She arrived home. Her mom and dad.