Jim made Leslie stand there and read the names on the cards. "The Delta's card is blank, the Sigs name is Janey Lewis."Leslie tried to walk away, but ...im called her back. "Draw a name from this box," Jim said as he held the smaller of the yellow boxes about Leslie's head, "and read the lucky winner's name." Natalie Allen." No!" I didn't know where Nat was, but I could hear her voice.Jim called Natalie to the ring. He had to call her twice. She was crying uncontrollably as she entered the mud. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed and sleepy, Trish was hot and bothered, and she now had to deal with it.She reached for her laptop and drafted a message to Dylan, her private club's manager. He'd understand. Even though Trish didn't provide him with much detail, only very specific instructions, he'd make it happen.She re-read her email.They'd. " He pointed to another doorway on the other side of the den. It led into a hall, which ran toward the rear of the house, where the locked study was located."Thank you, Rog. I'll find them." Would you like some help?" He reached behind her and pinched her on the ass. "You know how eager I am to help you." Not now, Rog. Enjoy the party." Then, to keep him interested, she said, "Maybe later. When I have more time."She gave him a sexy smile then crossed the room through a noisy crowd.Before she. She stared atit, cold and black. She knew nothing about guns but realized that in a singlesecond her life would end. "Oh don't worry." He said. "I'm not going to do anything to you here. I'vegot a special place, it's where I take all my girls." "You want to be my girl," hecontinued, "I bet you'll like being my girl." "Fuck You!" "Oh trust me. You will." With is free hand he reached into a bag he hadswung around his shoulder. She hadn't noticed it before. He pulled out someduct tape, a pair.