You scream once again into your gag. I lean forward and say "give you to me. You never know, you might enjoy it?"I pull my hand away from your cunt an... exit the back of the van. You hear me get in the front and start it up. We pull away from the curb. You lay there in the van completely helpless. You test the bondage but it useless. You are just going to have to ride this one out........It seems like we are driving around for an age to you. The bindings holding you tightly bound, gagged and. I thought that it was a bit overblown. She wasn’t kidding. I always knew you were one remarkable man. It really hurt when you left me. You are always taking care of others, Fred. Since your divorce, have you taken care of yourself?’ ‘Zophia’ I smiled and touched her cheek. ‘I want to hear more of your story first. You’ve been divorced longer.’ She sighed, ‘My life has been wrapped around my son John for the past 20 years. Getting him to therapy, to special schools, doctors, hospitals,. He was homeless and strung out and he needed a place to stay. Over Darlene’s objections I said he could stay with us but no drugs. He was on Suboxone therapy, he told us, so no drugs. He lied. I caught him shooting heroin and told him he had a week to find another place. I had no idea the inner turmoil he suffered. I just didn’t want drugs in the house.”“You’re suffering the same kind of guilt I am,” she said.“I am.” He daubed tears from his own face. “Two days later, Darlene called him to. We'd covered about two thirds of the ship in our tour, exhaustion from climbing up and down stairs cutting our visit short. The trip was very revealing. I'd observed Keira closely as we roamed through the ship. She'd impressed me. For a fourteen-going-on-fifteen-year-old girl she'd demonstrated genuine interest in the ship, its massive engines, the vastness of its airplane hangars, and the complexity of a city on water. She'd not shown one bit of boredom. That was bad.That was really bad.It.