Clearly some bondage. Her throat became dry, her stomach knotted, with anticipation. This was uncharted territory for her, as she knew it was for her ...other. The door opened as Hunter returned. He had changed and now wore some kind of black Nazi uniform. His thin lips curled into a thin smile. “From this moment on you will do exactly as I tell you. If not you will feel the consequences! To demonstrate!”Lorrain saw he held a small handset, the size of a matchbox. He pointed it at her. She felt a. No, never been here before” She replied, trying to not make eye contact. He sneered and gripped her shoulder turning her to look at him as he spoke. ‘Hey now didn’t your mother ever teach you that it’s bad manners not to look at a person speaking to you?’ “Sorry” She stammered, her whole body shook in fear. His eyes were burning with a frightening lust and she could feel his friend move in closer, blocking any chance of escape. ‘I’m not sure that’s going to be a good enough apology. How’s. Having said the above I would also like to state that I believed her. We chatted in many chat rooms on Excite, Yahoo and other providers. Her story hung together quite well. That is why I have included it in here. Scooter Girl's story is the antithesis of the numerous tales of horror and woe published on the Net by the self-named "survivors." Scooter Girl's experiences with her father were, to her anyway, one hundred percent positive. In fact their child must be about twelve or thirteen years. Charlie looked at me. He just watched me for what seemed like a very long time. Then he spoke. "I'm sorry, Tim. Of course you need the day off, you need the week off. That's not a problem. I'll tell Perry. Just go home." Oh God! No! I can't go home. I can't face her. I told her I want her out of the house before I get home this evening. I won't go home 'til I'm sure she's gone."Again, Charlie paused. He leant forward across his desk. "You've got to face her sometime, Tim. You've got to talk to.