His hands on me. How good they felt as he travelled up my thigh. How right it felt. It wasn't like I hadn't thought of it before. I had, many times in...fact, thought of him, of us, as I masturbated.James and I had always been so close. His father left when he was just a baby and had never been around. It had always been him and me. There had been a man here and there over the years for me, but not one who had stayed or that I wanted to become part of our life. I was always happy to have it just. I bought a dead-stupid cell phone. It wasn't a Blackberry. It wasn't an Iphone. It wasn't an Android. It had caller-ID and a large keypad. Next I called my Illinois apartment's landlord and opened negotiations to break my contract for a minimum fee.I ordered a shipping container to be dropped off at the apartment complex. For five hundred bucks the maintenance guys would strip the place for me and pack the goods. When they called to inform me that they were finished I'd call a shipping agent to. The other 3 men were lying in various twisted positions. Puddles of blood formed around each of the bodies; in some cases, the blood mixed with urine from suddenly relaxed bladders. They were all dead. Tracy noted the sights without commentary and moved towards the crate they had once protected.Jamal stopped short. "Why is this door closed?" Aziz demanded. The unfortunate follower shrugged his shoulders and shook his head panickedly. "Open it!" Aziz ordered as several of the terrorists tried to. She looked apprehensive and fearful about what was going to happen to her, but there was also the beginning stir of arousal to her face. Her eyes flicked from Jason down to the bag in his hands rapidly.“In case you haven’t put it together yet,” Jason said, reaching in and pulling out the blindfold. “The point of all this is to make sure you won’t see what’s coming. You’re going to have to take your every cue for what to do completely blind.”Jason placed the blindfold gently over his aunt’s eyes.