You asked me to take you to our guest bedroom. You told me to remove my robe and lie down on the bed. You then tied each wrist to the bedpost. The fir...t one was a little loose so you had to retie it. After that you placed a blindfold on me and began touching my body. To be honest, I can’t remember which part of me you were touching, it just felt like you had my whole body in your hands…every square inch of me was ready and wanting more of you. The memory gets a little fuzzy here…..I know that. "Not Ana. I'm talking about Fernanda. I think she's still in my bed." Which one?" Sofia pulled up a canvas director's chair. "Just make her eyes black or something." Or something," Erin sighed. "She does this to me on purpose, you know." Fernanda Lessa," I told Sofia, since there were two of them. Fernanda Tavares was the older of the two and kind of stuck up, but I'd do her anytime, anywhere ... given half a chance."I know she does," Sofia said, speaking to Erin and ignoring me."Hey! I'm right. Hi! My name is Carl, and I'm a serial rapist.I have no idea how close the police are to catching me. I always burn down the place as soon as I finish a rape. I figure forensics is tougher that way. According to The Internet, shows like CSI are causing criminals to act silly. Apparently, most of the time the main tool for catching criminals is fingerprints. DNA is rarely used for evidence. Worse, criminals leave new evidence behind when they try to clean up. So, I use fire instead. Simple, easy. A striking young woman of 21, she has long curly strawberry blonde verging on red hair, and a quite spectacular figure. Statuesque and tall, with long, toned and strong legs that cover the ground effortlessly as she runs. Her breasts are arguably too big for any athlete, ‘thank god for sports bras’ is her usual retort when teased about them.Despite all the attention she’s garnered, not one of the lads has successfully managed a date with her and as far as they are aware she doesn’t have a.