None of your decisions mean anything. I decide things for you. So your brain runson from choice to choice to meaningless choice until it finally gives...up and lets me make the right choice, the choice that’s going to happen anyway. Doesn’t that sound so much better to you?’ Betsy stared vacantly at the blinking lights, trying to find some way out of this. She could say no, but Anna would just keep talking. She could say yes, but that would mean giving up and letting Anna think for her. She could. Easing back to neutral, I pointed to a long narrow box about 5 feet long. I was right, it was the arrows for this marvel. I took out the first of the 3 foot long shafts. It was a marvel of the fletcher's art. It had a removable head and it currently had a target point on it. I nocked the arrow. The fit was perfect. I got an armband and finger guard from the supply we'd opened and stepped off the porch. Doing my best imitation of Robin Hood, I drew back the bow, aiming across the yard past the. I love getting fucked by a big guy, and handled like a dirty slut--serving their every need."You didn't keep me waiting too long," I smirked and buckled up."Don't want to waste any time, so I can use it all the best I can," he said, looking me up and down with a distracted greedy grin.Right away, I wanted him to tear my clothes off, and start fucking me wherever he wanted, but we had to get to a truck stop first. "So how long can you be out for?" He asked me."As long as you want me for," I. I couldn’t go back to that bar, so I would have to report back to HQ and say I got mixed up with something that was beyond my control. It wasn’t true, but I was never going to just stand by and watch another girl get beat up or worse. “I’m Katrina, by the way,” she said as we entered my room. Everyone calls me Kat.”“Zina,” I replied offering my hand.“Is that your real name?”“Ummm… yes! It’s European.”“Ah okay.”“So, are you going to tell me how someone like you got mixed up in a hell hole.