I did so. But the lights went off. She switched on the inverter but the TV was not connected to it. She bought two cups of coffee for us.Here the game...begin…She said, ‘Are not you getting bored? Or you don’t get bored, haha?’ I said, ‘Umm, yeah, quite bored. Though it will not kill me now, right Trisha?’ She smiled and said, ‘You are funny, buddy!’ She sat close to me, putting one of her hands on my left leg, and she took out her smartphone. She rubbed her hands on my legs and proceeded near my. What did he want from her, Monica thought, as she sat and envisioned how he used to look and she wondered if he was as sexy and as hot today as he had been back when they'd been intimately involved."How are you, Monica?" Bill asked, realizing he wasn't getting the normal warm reception he used to get. "Are you doing OK?" he asked as he started unzipping his pants and then pulled his hard erect cock from his pants and began to jack himself up and down. Monica had already gotten comfortable for. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit of a snap wrapped around a desperate plea. Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How. I can feel that they have some sort oftool, like pliers, they are trying to pull the cage apart. "I can't cutthrough it Heather." I kick with both my legs and catch whatever was inGina's hand as it slides across the floor. Shit it's a bolt cutter. Ialso kicked Gina in the head. She's blind with rage. She punches me inthe face and catches me in the eye. I roll with the blow and twist out ofWendy's grip, I scream "Help!", and dive for the door. They tackle me,but I push the door open and scream.