We met for a late-night drink. Just one. A martini, cold and harsh in an empty bar. We made small talk and allowed our legs to touch beneath the tabl.... Her bare legs rubbed against the fabric of my pants and I saw spots of colour that had nothing to do with alcohol appear on her cheeks…a tinge of rouge colour on the pale, oval face framed by jet-black hair. She put her fingers on my forearm while we talked, then traced her lips slowly with a fingertip. We finished our drinks and I eyed her. The devil in my mind started hatching a plan.In the afternoon when everybody was sleeping I brought my compass from geometry box and started carving the hole and adjusted the view. But I had to wait a few days for a chance to use it. Living in a joint family one or the other would always be around.Finally one afternoon everyone else was asleep,I saw her with a towel going towards bathroom. I waited for her to lock the door. Went to look around. Everything was clear. I knelt at the door and put. John and Jim each take one bed and quickly gag and subdue the 2 girls. Once they are dragged into the livingroom they are cuffed in the same fashion as their mother and laid out in front of their parents. Vicky and the girls are now crying hysterically thru their gags and they begin to understand what they have in store for them. With Paul cuffed, and helpless, the Miron women were in for a night filled with pain and terror.Because the Mirons lived out in the woods, no one would see their. If I turn a little, I feel it sway. If Ithrust my pelvis, it swings slightly. No matter what I do, it's there andI can feel it. I also notice that there is something... almost bubblingwithin me. Like a steam boiler with the lid on too tight, I feel apressure building. I sip more coffee and become acutely aware of howaroused I am, it's like a wave washing over me, retreating and then itcomes again. Sometimes the wave comes on stronger and sometimes weakerbut I feel it now. I. Am. Aroused.What I.