Hold on while I go get it. I didn?t think there were any left.? The bound blonde got a glance at her captor as he left the room. He was a tall, ...ell-built man with close- cropped blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a pair of blood-stained bib overalls and a plaid shirt. He was very good looking for a homicidal maniac. Brandy struggled and bucked within her bonds, but nothing gave. Tears began to flow as she wondered what was going to happen to her. This was far beyond being. He was now wide awake, and frightened. He moved more like a captured animal than a human being. Over the last few days, he had transformed from a man to a beast, and was suddenly overwhelmed by animal instincts.He would never remember his life before this. As far as he knew this was the beginning. It mirrored exactly what I had gone through sixty-eight years earlier, and I remembered it well and knew what to do.I got down on my hands and knees and began slowly crawling towards him. He was. Then I remembered that my husband didn’t say a thing when he left about 15 minutes before Mark pulled up. He had seen me in my garter belt and stockings and panties and hadn’t said anything.We drove off and I turned my knees towards him as best I could in his bucket seats to let him have another look. As we drove Mark asked me: “Did anything happened last night after your husband got home?”I knew what he was saying but I acted dumb and innocent and as I looked at him I had a question on my. I reach the fax machine in the main office and I see Chris, the building technician opening the trays. He is a big burly guy with no indoor voice. ‘What’s going on Chris?’ I inquire, one hand on my hip. ‘I’M FIXIN IT HUN,’ he says in a patronizing tone coupled with a wink. I hope you fix your attitude while you’re at it, I think. ‘GET ME SOME EXTRA PAPER WOULD YA.’ Politeness is a foreign concept to Chris. ‘Just a second,’ I mutter, walking back to the storage room. Oh well, maybe I’ll run.