During my run, I was filled with emotions. I kept thinking about Alex smacking me on the rear. My initial reaction was to be offended. After all, no b...dy has ever done that to me before. I've never even been spanked by my parents. On the other hand, as much as I was embarrassed to admit it, the action kind of aroused me. What the hell was wrong with me?!?!?! Did I actually enjoy my brother slapping my ass??? It was beyond wrong.I got back home around 7am, and my parents were having breakfast. So swift did the darkness come, we were enveloped in its embrace within minutes. It was just the few of us, Laura, Steve, Bill, Mike, Dmitri, and I wondering through the woods at that point, lost and out of energy to think of a way out. I never knew how cold it could have gotten, with forceful chills running down my spine. It was unbearable, and I can tell that the others were feeling the same cold sensation as I was. As we walked more towards god-knows-where, we decided that we would find. She has bright red slightly wavy hair pulled back in to a ponytail and firm looking c cup breasts. I look around and the coast seems clear so I press a button and the knock out gas quickly fills the back and she's out before she knew what was happening.A quick drive and soon I'm wheeling her in to my house on a hospital gurney. I pull on my ski mask and bring her in to the playroom. I turn on the cameras to record and begin to undress her. She lies on the bed completely lifeless wearing a black. And however well some other young golfer performed, she wasn't likely to be named "Tess."She also wasn't likely to be as photogenic, dynamic and drop-dead hot as Tess was. Give them credit, they made no bones about it. They wanted her bad, and were willing to pay.They offered her a ten-year deal -- for her close association with everything they sold that was golf-related -- at $26 million. They were going to branch out into a clothing line, they told us. They'd be selling -- and Tess would be.