Her body felt bruised and strained, as if she had been in an accident.The night before, and the morning after, came flooding back in a tidal wave of e...otions. Niko, she thought. Alive.Looking at her surroundings, she saw the box containing packages of dried food and bottled water. A shirt hung over the foot of the bed, obviously belonging to the man who had taken her from her home the previous night. She pulled herself away, stood to step back from the garment as if it were about to attack.She. “Yes, yes like that, please,” Blair begs. “Are you a slut?” Blair moans, tossing her head back as he pinches her nipple with his teeth. “Are you?” His hand lifts and smacks her on the ass again, the same cheek as the last two times. “Tell me, Rain Blair. Are you a slut?” Blair nods, her mouth caught in a silent moan. “No, I want to hear you say it.” Wrapping his arms around her, he walks away from the wall, dropping them both onto the couch not far away and takes each leg into his hand and. For a moment all the yelling and screaming kids, the rock and roll from the truck, the hollering of various adults, all of whom were oblivious to the little drama I had been a part of - all of it disappeared. For a little while it was just the two of us on that little floating platform in the middle of Vancouver Lake. I felt the dim stirrings of my hormones, only rolling over in their sleep, but present nonetheless. Had we been three or four years older, we would've made love right there on the. My husband and I had literally no idea what to expect—and yet, Ash still managed to surprise us.He was eighteen, the same age as Georgia, but he held himself with the confidence of a much older man. He walked with…well, with a swagger. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black jacket, made of faux leather, which he refused to take off all through dinner.Georgia couldn’t keep her eyes off him—she was clearly besotted…and, honestly, I could see why. He was exactly the kind of “bad boy” I would have.