"Hello. We're from the Support Services for Survivors of Sexual Slavery, and we're here today raising funds." Um, OK, let me get my mom." That's great... but we'd like to talk to you too."That was unusual. Grown-ups write checks; kids don't.My mom is more friendly to these sorts of people than I would be. She says she was an activist when she was young, so she knows what it's like."Oh, come in, come in!" she said, ushering the two into the foyer."Hello, my name is Kristen and this is Maria. As I. Nina caught me in the dining room and grabbed me:"You can't get away now, you have to do it."I looked at her like she was nuts and she pointed up and when I looked I saw that she had caught me under the mistletoe. I bent down to kiss her on the cheek but she threw her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth and it was a kiss that melted the nails in the heels of my shoes. If we had been alone in the house I would have hauled her up to my room and jail be damned. When Nina broke the kiss she. We didn't have too many places to hide our bondage goods from the prying eyes of visitors. Usually the preparation of a scene included removing them from this safe so that we couldn't do just what I was planning to do. Amanda wouldn't normally be that careless, but as she hadn't had too much time to prepare the scene, I was hoping that she'd forgotten all about it.The safe opened and a wide grin formed on my gagged face. My instincts had been right. The safe didn't only include the scissors,. Jill unscrewed the thermos and took a tentative swig before smiling her approval to me. She offered the thermos to me and I took a nice pull on it. The bourbon and kahlua mixed well, and it had a nice kick to it. I manoeuvred my old truck into the library parking lot, which was deserted. Jill broke into a nervous giggle as she reached into the back seat and gathered up her two quilts, our bedding. As we plodded through the snow to the three spruces I noted that the snow had accumulated heavily.