She heard the car pull up and stop and her body went rigid and she felt as though she might be sick. She heard the foot steps nearly closer and she sh...ok a little. "Bark, bark," she thought to herself. "You have to!" As she saw a hand reach for the blanket she barked like crazy, trying to sound as much like a dog as possible. "It must have worked," she thought, as she didn't see anyone remove the blanket to peek in. Little did she know the two men outside the cage were certain it wasn't a dog. But no, no one is there, it was a dream, yes it was a dream… or was it. My body is tingling, think, come on think, think what happened… aahhmm, I remember. The wind, the wind was blowing, yes it was the wind, gently, so softly, that it felt like a hand moving across my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. It was the wind that moved across my nightgown, causing it to brush my body, caressing me in gentle waves. I can still feel the coolness of the fabric against my skin. I can still feel. Betty was definitely not a virgin.She had been the sex doll for her older brother’s best friend Josh ever since her sixteenth birthday and he had shown her most of the erotic humping positions that would bring her to a proper orgasm just like a regular married woman. She was eternally grateful to Josh for his careful training because he was a very detail oriented person and he would give her a hard spanking each time she didn’t live up to his expectations of satisfying performance. Her brother. It was bad enough seeing people’s reactions on the street when they saw his face — it didn’t exactly get better on a beach when he took his shirt off and they saw his neck and shoulders. Nowadays he chose his places carefully, and Nostrel Tor was one of them. Neither the steepest nor the highest of the Tors, it was no climb that hikers could brag about in a bar. No steep face for the rock-climbers. No parking, no ice-cream booth, no nothing: nobody. He let his consciousness drift out to sea.