. Lydia's voice! OH, Christ! She stood there with her hands on her slender hips, her long raven hair shimmering in the moon light. How the hell did sh... knew where he was? He smelled trouble."You bastard!" She took another step forward. "You stood me up for a date tonight, or don't you remember? Leaving this note on my window sill... how stupid... maybe you didn't realize this, you moron, but the paper you wrote this note on has the plans to your little kidnapping all spelled out. Wouldn't Art. And it was all of those, and more.Yet my cock, so pathetically small in comparison to those of the twointruders that they had taken to calling it a clitoris, had remained hardthroughout. What did that say about me?But any time for further reflection on that depressing topic was cutshort when Kristina told me she was finished, and stood up from thedressing table. After feeding me another couple of pills to help keep mecalm - or as calm as I could be in the circumstances - she led me backout to. * We found a rocky outcrop and sat on it or rather I sat on it and Amy perchedon my knee after asking if I could stand it, which I could. For a while wejust necked like teens and slowly my body began to relax. It had been a long night. Satisfied that everything was as well as could be expected under the circumstancesand after patching me up as best he could with the First Aid Kit, Mike hadreturned to the flight deck promising to alert New York and have an ambulanceand a crash team standing by. It is as if she had my hands tied to my guitar because as she asked, I could not stop the music. I was captive. Her hands slide down the front of my shirt and her fingertips move over my chest, finding my nipples. She starts to suck on my ear and tell me what she has fantasized of and how today had been coming for many weeks. I was almost intoxicated by the surreality of it all. The soft feel of fabric hit my shoulders again and I started to feel her naked body against my skin. I was playing.