He felt that now he had to take the last step and show this dream of his to someone else. They didn't have to know who he was but that was the joy of ...nonymity that the Internet offered. Sure, someone with enough computer skills could track you down but it wasn't likely that anyone would try. He created a web based email account that didn't show his name and with one last moment's hesitation, posted his story to the one place he knew that people might understand. Fictionmania. That done, he. She had medium length reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. Though she had gone out on plenty of dates, there was only one person that she wanted. That was Wyatt. Ali shook her head and cleared her throat. Wyatt looked over and smiled. ‘If you want to watch something else, we can.’ He stated plainly. Ali just shook her head no. ‘This is fine.’ Her voice breaking. ‘But, you don’t like basketball.’ ‘I’m not really paying any attention anyways.’ She smiled. They just locked eyes for a moment they. Sally undid the top two buttons, kissed the back of my neck, and slid her hands around to the front of the blouse. "It’s a lovely blouse," she said, "I love the feel of it,” She said as she stroked the material that covered my chest, “And those sleeves! They look lovely and comfortable” she whispered in my ear, sliding her hands up and down the sleeves, let me undo the cuffs, I’m sure you have such pretty wrists.” She undid the cuffs with some feigned reluctance from me, “Beautiful, I’ll undo. Please let me wake up. Please don't let this happen to me, Charles panicked.Charles made louder groaning and moaning sounds under his mouth gag, shaking his head frantically.Ivy was holding a large kitchen knife. Ivy then slowly walked towards him, smiling more wickedly than ever. Charles continued crying. More tears were rolling down.How can she do this to me??? Charles continued panicking."What do I have here Charles. You know what this is, don't you," Ivy mockingly teased him.Charles kept on.