She was too anxious to please and way, way too gullible and trusting. I never took advantage of her naivety unlike many of her acquaintances, both mal... and female, and tried my best to protect her. Of course I couldn’t always protect her because I couldn’t be with her 24/7, especially since my job required me to travel three or four days a month. I especially tried hard to insulate her from guys with immoral agendas. I’m 6’2” tall, 180 pounds, and while I wasn’t very good in sports requiring. She couldn’t even remember what she had read about the stages now in her alarm. What she did remember was the giant and universal sign for death, a skull with two bones behind it, printed prominently at the bottom of the instructional pages about not exceeding consumption.Stan was leaning against the stack of canisters now. His footing was too unsure and he practically crashed himself into the tins, threatening to topple the whole stack onto Emily. He had never felt so out of control of his. Her street was quiet and dark, and the house's rear yard was unlit and accessible. Careful not to be seen, Phelps crossed the side yard near the rear of the house and tried the back door.It was locked, but the old-fashioned door was easily breached. Phelps entered the darkened house with confidence. Clearly, the girl lived alone and would most likely be gone for hours. He decided he couldn't risk turning on a light, but with reasonable care, he felt there was little danger of his being. ”“Yes, that’s a pleasing thought,” he says, and asks, “shall we play a game?”“Any game at all, I will play for you,” the girl replies.“I think a little word association might be both stimulating and challenging, I will give you a word and you have to tell me the correct association,” he tells her.“Yes, I agree, and will try not to let my mind wander,” the captive replies.“You must give me the correct answer to receive one item of my clothing,” he adds.“You do want me naked?” he asks her.“I.