“Come on, Jen,” she grumbled, turning away. “Where are you?”She texted: “Are you mad at me about something? I don’t remember ANYTHING abou... last night, so give me a break! Honestly, girl, come on.” Frustrated and angry, she dialed Jen’s number again and spat “Fuck!” when the line rang 5 times and then went to voice mail. She hung up without leaving a message this time. Then she texted Ginny.“Hey, you! What happened last night? I am, like totally alone in some missing dude’s apartment! Call me. "No sense in getting ahead of ourselves," I said. "Let's start off with a few shots of you like this."With a wink, she agreed, and asked what I was waiting for. Taking the hint, I pressed the shutter release and got the first one in the bag. I looked down at the screen, saw that the picture was a bit blurry (thank you shaky hands) and decided to delete it and retake the shot. By the way, if you like taking photo's of your wife, I'd recommend going digital wholeheartedly. It's fantastic being. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay smashed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can't I be myself around you? Why do I feel so imperfect? . This didn't look promising. I was probably going to be dead, really soon. I doubted that it was a bluff, and the guy behind me was probably a good enough shot to take me out."Arti! What's happening?" asked Io."Tell Zeus. It's 5225. I've been captured. Or I'm going to be killed, soon," I said quietly, turning around slowly. "Tell him I love him." Tell him yourself," said Io. "We'll get you out of this."There were two of them, with guns leveled at me. I reached up to my ear, as I was turning,.