Rather than force answers on her I hope I'd created a space for her to create her own, something she seemed ready to do.I had lunch at one of the simp...er eateries in town - a hole in the wall innovatively called Bismarck Cafe. Coming out to my bike, I glanced around. A hundred feet away a woman about my age sat on the ground leaning back against her car and crying. As I heard the whimpering, compassion flooded into me. I walked over to her to see whether I could help in some way. The front left. I jumped back inside and shut the door in panic. The car slowly circled around the lot towards where I had parked, but then turned on the the exit to the main road. The fact that I did not chicken out now really shows me hove strong the urge the do this stuff is. After only a minute I again stepped out of the car - locked the car - through the key inside and - stood completely still. Then I did it! I closed the var door. The click from the locks was something I will remember for some time. My. Warren stuffed theplans into his dress."Are you all right Tara?" Willow stared at him. "Did Rack say somethingto upset you?" No, no, everything's fine. He was just congratulating me on what agood girlfriend I had. Can we dance again?" Willow smiled. She tookWarren in her arms again. Warren rested his head against her shoulderand frowned. As her grip tightened he knew that getting away to thelair to make what Rack wanted would be almost impossible. If Rackdidn't get what he wanted, then. He. There was a tearing noise!She wailed as the man in front lifted up the remains of her panties - she wasnaked! The insides of her ankles were being touched. Suddenly her feet wereloose. But there was something being locked to the cuff on her left leg, whichshe couldn't see. The man was pulling her calf out to the side, making herbend her knee until her foot was up behind her thigh. The other man was doingsomething to her right ankle. It was a bar - her legs were being kept apartby a bar! Julie.