Cassie could see why. He was steady and totally besotted with her, and she had completely fallen for him.Brian's parents had money and had bought him ... small terraced house for his second year. The pair had moved in together after Christmas and at the end of Cheryl's first year they had invited Cassie to join them the following academic year. The house was new and clean and they loved it.After Freshers' Week they threw a 'start the year party'. Cassie knew most of the guests and moved around. Even my letter to you didn't say anything about money or any other kind of payment to keep me quiet. Not much of a case, if you ask me!" he said smugly.He was right–Julie couldn't go to the police to help her–she'd be in more trouble with them if she did. And she didn't have anything specific to tell them anyway. He had covered his tracks very well."So what is it that you want from me?" she asked, softer and more contrite than before."That's much better, Julie. You see, the old adage "You get. ” I held a pretend phone to my ear and put on an evil voice, “Hello? Miss Davidson? I have Dougal.”“Dougal? Not my Dougal?” She used a pitiful little voice and made big eyes at me.“Yes, I have your Dougal. And I have him locked away where you won’t ever find him! Mwahaha!” It was the best impression of an evil laugh I could manage.“You would kidnap Dougal?”“Totally! And worse. I have whips and chains and I’m not afraid to use them. Mwahaha!”“Torture? You would torture poor little Dougal? But. Herlegs, like her arms, were tanned and toned, long shapely gams. Her shoeswere white 3" heels. When she turned around, I thought I was going to need to sit so as tohide something. The heels were open-toed strapped things with sparkles onthe straps. The toenails were painted pink with little white daises onthe big toenails. Her legs went on forever. Her abdomen was absolutelyflat, but her boobs were not. She was braless and the globes were high,firm, and though the top was high enough to cover.