Without hesitation, he drew her into his arms. His looked down at her, her eyes not meeting his. Sensing her embarrassment, he raised a hand to her ch...n, urging her to look at him. He locked her gaze with his, he said in a voice that she knew so well, ‘It is okay. You’re with me, now.’ Elizabeth blinked slowly, overcome by emotion, she felt a tear slip down her cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek where the dampness sparkled in the moonlight. His lips lightly touched the corner of her. Like so any others, this was just another childhood dream gone unrealized. At age 37, his hair had already begun the premature process of turning from almost jet black to salt and pepper. Distinguishable they would say, handsome even, but never to be confused with a model. His prowess with women was due to his ability to talk with them rather than at them. Jarred was looking forward to spending time at the VanAndel’s party. The Arcadia Ballroom was lavishly furnished. The 35,000 square feet was. That’s kinda why I took myself back to the Girl Scouts. Don’t get me wrong GSA were great for me: the outdoorsy stuff; the confidence building and leadership stuff; heck even the cookies helped me when it came to setting up my own practise. I wanted to help other girls do the stuff I’d enjoyed, but I also wanted a chance to watch girls “in the wild” so I could keep my finger on the pulse of fashions, cliques, and what was “normal”. Taking on leading the Cadette level group in my local troop. I tried to move but all I could do was sway back and forth painfully. My wrists were in cuffs above my head. I tried to scream but was unable to because I was gagged.“Ah nice to see you are finally awake”I look around me. Over in the corner of the room standing by the door stood two, masked figures, the one I had sprayed and kicked in the groin and the other one must be the one who knocked me out. The first one was a tall, well built man. The second one was a woman who looked at least 2 or 3.