He was pretty sure he knew why the US Marshal’s Service was so hot to get a team to Slippery Rock. The descriptions various bloggers had put up on t...e internet concerning the gun battle in New York City had made the little hairs on the back of his neck spring to full tension. That had led to stories about Vladimir Boruskiev, and the crimes he had been convicted of, as well as the lurid details of his prison break. Some of those stories had come with photographs that made it clear in Jack’s mind. Long enough for the Guard to deliver twenty CASES of C-4 rations ... long enough for me to be trapped in the Avocado garage when the Alberta Clipper slammed us ... twenty two hours of seventy mile an hour snow laden winds. It’s less than three hundred yards from the Avocado to my back door ... I couldn’t even see my house. As I was watching the yard light shattered. No way was I trying to get home. I have no idea where my horses are.There are lights on in the trailer. Some poor soul caught in. "You want another?" Ryan asked."You bet babe." Amanda slurred.Ryan knew she was about where he wanted her as he ordered another drink. Amanda finished it in a couple gulps and stumbled back out onto the dance floor. "Any minute now." Ryan smiled.About thirty minutes later Amanda stumbled back to the bar and had some trouble getting back onto the stool. "You ready to go?" Ryan asked."I guess so.... But I tink I need nother dink." Amanda barely managed to get out.Ryan happily obliged and then. I did manage to get some good sleep, and I awoke to Tara giving me a sponge bath, my hands still bound, and a collar around my neck chained to the rails behind me, I was still a captive with no options. Tara was being much more gentle to me this morning, even feeding me breakfast, brushing my teeth, and putting me in a nice robe after my bath. After feeding me and cleaning me up Tara lead me like a dog with that chain to a bedroom and chained me to the wall, but did let me lay on the bed, she.