Cold," I said, just to remind myself what the problem was. "So damn cold. Can't get warm."I could feel my feet and hands, though, so I knew it was all...right."It's just a dream, L.T. You're really in Florida, and it's okay," said Martinez."I know it's just a dream. If it was a flashback, somebody would be dying," I answered from that semi-aware state – like when you're watching a movie: you know it's a movie, but you watch anyway.Then suddenly the sleeping bag was big enough for two. Without. We have to find out what it is you want."I thought though my fantasies of the last few weeks, every since I talked to Susan. "I want to be taken, forcibly. Some guy kidnaps me for ransom. Or some nut just wants to get even with womenkind. He even whips me for fun. Does that make sense?"He nodded. "Yes, I think I can provide the proper... ah, stimulation. But we still have to thrash out the matter of the safe word. If you don't pick one, then you get what we decide on, no matter what you. ? Breanne smiled and nodded obediently. She pushed her arm through his and followed his lead as they made their way through the automatic doors into the parking area. In the shadow of one of the parking garages, Breanne was led to an off-white Chevrolet Camaro with a solid black roof, shiny and reflective. The man was a gentleman and opened the door for her, watching as she sat, her skirt riding up her thighs. This time she made no effort to straighten her skirt, letting it ride upward. . She tried to conceal her admiration for the violin but she couldn’t. She plucked the strings, looked it over front and back and down the side. The clerk handed her the bow. She put it to her chin and the first stroke she closed her eyes and played the most beautiful melody. I had expected maybe some rust, but she belted out that melody and soon there were about ten people gathered listening to her play. When the final note rang out she opened her eyes to a small crowd erupting in applause. By.