'He wants me to think this place is his?'"I needed a rope," she stated flatly."What fer?" he said."To hang somebody!" she declared. "What do you care?...I have to go to the bathroom! Lemme loose!" Béla angrily glared at her abductor more steadily now as her eyes got used to the light."At least untie my feet," she pleaded, "before I pee all over myself."She leaned back against the wall, raising her feet a few inches off the floor. Then, straightening her legs, she raised her feet up near his belt. I swung my leg up and into the seat, realizing that although I could sit down, it would be a tight squeeze. Regardless, the thought of sitting in a P-51, my ultimate boyhood fantasy, was too great and I managed to slide in. The fantasy fulfilled wasn’t quite as great as I expect it would have been on the end of a runway with the propeller spinning and the full throated roar of a Rolls-Royce Merlin engine pulling me into the air, but still — it was a thrill. Standing again on the seat, I stepped. It was this sound that really brought my attention around, and when I turned to look, he had already come back to where I was standing and was giving me the most devious of grins."Those are nice, I'd like to see them on," he reached into the washer and pulled out a pair of black lacey panties with garters dangling from them, "and then take them off." He smirked, and held the garment out so I could see, they had been worn to a playdate judging by what was clearly cum all over the crotch. "What. "It requires a conscience to feel guilty. That's something lacking in those people." There is another alternative," Bob suggested."That is?" Steve asked."We find a prosecutor with the balls to press charges for an impeachable crime committed by the Chief Justice," Bob answered."Yes, but doesn't that put us right back into the political meat-grinder? I mean, trying to find a judge who could stand up under that kind of pressure? I can imagine the fire storm of opposition, the blizzard of stalling.