” “Don’t worry about it, Gabe never answers his phone on a game day. Besides, Gabe does know you are here so maybe he will say something. Maybe...not, I don’t know what it’s like in the locker room. Nor do I want to know!” “We’re just friends, but I kind of wish I had said good luck to him. God I sound like such a tool.” Patting her friend’s knee, Samantha knew what she had meant. They sat there through the rest of halftime talking about other things. She didn’t want to make Hadley open up if. "Let's hope that we can finish this up quickly, so we don't need to do that," Pat's Father said before we began the spell and its glyph to return us to our Reality for the needed equipment.We materialized in the main tractor shed. The office there was where the radios, their spare batteries, and the chargers were kept. To our surprise, we found Thomas Stuart's Son Roger there. All of the radios were charging as well as their spare batteries."Hi Rog! What are you doing here?" Pat asked in. . ''I don't care'' he proclaimed.. ''Naughty girls need to be taught a lesson!''... SMACK.. Another blow to my tanned cheek, leaving it red raw with his finger prints, I gasped as the pain tore through my young body.After what felt like a life-time, he stopped, his hand running up my back, pausing as he pushed me flat on his oak desk, his other rough hand would find my thigh again, teasing me as he trailed his finger back and forth against my smooth skin, I suddenly felt a jolt of pain, yet. There is no way I would be able tobeat him in a fight.He then pulls out a knife and cuts the ties from my arms and legs andthen produces some duct tape and puts it over my mouth. He then sayssoftly, with the assurance of a large dog barking at a terrier, "If youremove the tape, you will regret it," Large dogs never need to makemuch noise do they? I also know from how he put the tape round my mouththat I had better not get up yet and I hear the door shut and keys turnin the lock.He's gone.Now.