”“I-I feel strange,” Ellie said.She felt so weak and distant all of a sudden. The world seemed at a remote place beyond her ability to care.“I...know, sweetie. Let’s help you out.”Lindsay wrapped her hands around the girl and pulled her into a soft kiss. It was wet and sweet and the taste was indescribable. Jon never kissed her like this.Suddenly, Lindsay moved both her hands to Ellie’s chest, massaging the girl’s small breasts through the rough denim. Hot pleasure exploded from Ellie’s tiny,. The plant was, well, pretty noticeable. The whole area smelled like burnt Fritos. And please, don't ask me how I know what burnt Fritos smell like; it's a long story and not very pretty.I was just at the Chicago city limits when I saw a young girl standing by the side of the road. Now I don't usually stop for hitchhikers, but it was around 10 PM, and this was a pretty rough area. Lots of bikers and rednecks, and not really a safe place for a young, blonde hitchhiker.I pulled over near where she. They kept you in acoma while they worked things out for you. You've been asleep foreight days now."Eight days? They'd told me no more than ten hours. Something must havereally gone wrong, and the thought that popped into my mind must haveshown on my face, because Missy patted my hand and smiledreassuringly."Everything worked out," she said in what sounded like a promise."Everything."Everything. In my case, that meant a lot. It meant even more than Iwanted to digest at the moment."We didn't know. The next morning, I showered and dressed before I went looking for her.I found her curled up into a foetal position in the easy chair in the living room, naked and shivering, watching me with big fearful eyes. I remembered that her email had said that I had unrestricted access to her body until noon. She probably expected that I would brutalize her again this morning. Seeing her cowed and vulnerable, I was half tempted to take her again but didn't feel like flying into a new rage and didn't.