It was relaxing.Felt their hands caressing me and moving me in the position they wanted to. They lifted my hands above my head and tied them there wit... leather cuffs.Heard Richard laugh, and then felt his hands starting to tie rope around my torso in an complex pattern. He was the one that enjoyed shibari most of all, liking the contrast between the colourof the ropes and skin. The ropes where snug, and gave a feeling of comfort. Heard them moving around, and felt leather caress my back and my. " He won't kill Peter. I'll take care of it. Don't tell Peter why." Okay," she agreed without much conviction. Hell, without any conviction."Now, you get in there." I pointed at the door to the girls' locker room. "Go to your next class, just like normal. I'll see if I can square things with Mr. Hallowell." She nodded and walked away. At the door she looked back, looking uncertain. I smiled as certainly as I could.She went in.Now I had to see two people, then get back to my school, before I had. Most women would be daunted by the desperation that future would entail, but she was resigned to her fate and only bided her time until an opportunity arose for her to escape.Late that night before the final sale of the season, she was awakened in her sleep by a hand over her mouth.She recognized the Indians from the visiting tribe and she surmised immediately that they were trying to steal several of the remaining hostages from the French slave traders before the final sale in the morning.. True to form, Jeff began stirring as he realized there was someone in the room with him"Mom? What's wrong? Are Sara and Holly okay?" he asked, seeing the worry on her still-youthful face."Sara and Holly are fine, it's Michelle I wanted to talk to you about," she told him, giving him the letter that was written in the girl's handwriting. Quickly opening the envelope, Jeff took out the single page, wanting to see what would be so bad that could cause his mother to worry."Dear Jeff, By the time.