Just then, we heard the hallway officer's walkie-talkie squawking and the jingling of the keys which hung from her belt.My heart began to pound.We saw...her pass by our cell with barely a glance into our room.Kya stood up. "Ok, get over here, you!" she said as she advanced towards me.I giggled, arms outstretched to receive her warm embrace. She gripped me firmly yet gently. It felt wonderful to be in her arms and she felt good in mine as I held her and ran my hands along the knit fabric of her. Tears were running down his face as the tickling was unyielding. "Stop, stop," he gasped again."How do you like this funny guy?" she said laughing.He made a desperate grab that allowed him to capture her wrist in his hand. She tried to pull it away but he held on tight. She tried to use her free hand to tickle her way to freedom. But he was quick and grabbed until he had a wrist in either hand."Oooh, so what do we have here?" he questioned."Let me go," Jessie strained."Well my pretty," he. "I know you will," she whispered. For a fleeting moment, Ally found herself wishing Ben could just say he loved her. It would make giving herself to him so much easier emotionally. Or at the very least, she'd feel like less of a hormone-driven teen. But that's kind of what she was when it came right down to it--a young woman who was getting carried away with her hormones. And what kind of freak of nature was she to expect a declaration of love? They were only freshmen for crying out loud! They. With my hands tied to the ankletether, I couldn't raise them high enough to grapple with the leash. Andwith the sapling tugging up on the leash -- which was still attached tomy gag - I couldn't bend down far enough to get the strap close to mymittened hands. I was stuck there in that awkward "September Morn" poseuntil someone chose to release me.And releasing me was obviously the last thing on Rod's mind! Withtantalizing slowness, she began undressing, hanging her clothes on anearby limb. The.