" Whatever else he was going to say became a high-pitched squeal as the Security trooper really cranked down on the pressure."You're just fucking stup...d, aren't you?" Rebecca hissed out as she held pressure on his wrist. Finally, he fully realized that she meant business and he was helpless to stop her from hurting him. At the moment, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to use the hand again. In a quiet voice that somehow scared him even more, "If I see you again, I'll have you put in jail,. Sure..... Yah, just a second, come on in a take a seat. Hi," Isaid not knowing how to continue. "I'm Sandra, but you can call meSandy." It's nice to meet you Sandy," he said sweetly, obviously attracted tothe girl I was portraying. He then saw my Dad. "Hi Mr. D. where'sTim?" Brian asked and sat across from my dad at the table. I guess Ishould describe Brian for you, he's 5'4", brown hair, green eyes and tanskin and a slight European accent. His family moved from England whenhe was younger. Snake kicked open the bathroom door and strutted through the motel room out into the parking lot. She halted, hands on hips with a working girl’s distance between her legs, as David cut the Softail around her in a tense, hungry orbit. His eyes loved her like a tiger’s tongue loved tender, raw meat. Snake’s pulse raced.Hungry this morning, Marine?A half dozen orbits later David coasted to a stop with the engine snarling low and angry. His eyes hadn’t roamed from Snake for a moment. The tension. The end result was a digital "oil painting" of an erotically beautiful young woman in a midnight garden. She had dark hair, and her youthful curves glowed in sensuality, as in a painting by an Old Master artist. She appeared to be teasing her panties away from her beautiful crotch. Her name was Francesca.How had he ever sunk to this? It started when he looked at a photo of her, taken a few years ago. He found himself fantasizing about her in the nude. He scanned the photo into his computer,.