No, he wasn’t there. He was still gone. He’d left the morning after he told me I was room bound. After I found out why, I couldn’t blame him. I ...ould have done the same thing, but at the same time, I did blame him. He was the one that got me stuck in here. I scowled as I watched the men train. For a the last few days I had wished I was indeed a witch. I would have been able to escape the room if I was, and Alex would have a reason to hate me. But I wasn’t a witch. Hell, I was barely a passable. Jamal gathered them around for one last pep talk. "OK, time to take it to'em!" Jamal held his hand out with the boysquickly following his lead putting their hand on top of his. "WHATEVER IT TAKES! NO REGRETS!" Jamal yelled, firing them up. "YEEEAH!" All the boys shouted as they threw their arms upward in onemovement then bounded back onto the field. When the camera scanned the sidelines, I recognized some of the menhelping out with the team as those in Bryan's notorious. Well, there was really no other choice if I was going to journey south, so I started out as soon as the last of the mud on the roads dried up. I left Wichita with the idea of heading toward Ft. Worth, which was essentially due south. Once there, I'd see what the prospects were in Texas and whether or not I should move on.Well, I was right about highwaymen. I had hardly gotten well clear of Wichita before I encountered two bandits who wanted to help me on my way—lightening my load by relieving. The idea of being undressed by a man was very much of a turn to me, although most of the other time (when my husband wanted a 3 some) I was just wearing a teddy or something less and stripped it off myself. Being with Bob for the moment made me almost forget that there were other eyes watching me every step of the way. Bobs finger traced the entire edges of my bra on both sides of my breasts almost as if he was deciding what to do next, finally, pulled the top of my teddy off my breasts and.