How dare you feel me up like one of your damn bimbos at a drive-in movie." Her tone increased in volume and intensity with every sentence, and John cr...nged under her verbal assault as she screamed, "I am your mother; I am not one of those sluts you honor by carving notches in your headboard. I am not one of your little whores, and you'd better get that through your thick skull."John now had to listen to his own inner voice say, "You dumb fuck. You should have listened to Joy. Now, you're not. Please tell your mother thank you for sharing it.”“I would if I were able to, Ivy, but she was killed by your master nine years ago, right before he killed my father.”Tears welled up in her eyes, but she did not let them fall, simply nodding in sadness.“I am sure you have to go now,” I said softly, trying to be reassuring. “Please be careful until we see one another again. I hope that when my friends come, I will be able to get you out of here.”Again her face showed shock at the simplest. And only 4 years older than my husband. There was a big patch of moonlight shining thru the tree close by. Pete said, “Can I get a really good look at your body. You’re beautiful and I’ve tried not to stare. I said, “sure.” I got up and went and stood in the moonlight. It was almost as bright as daylight. I rotate my body around so he could see it all. I tried out some sexy poses for him too. I came back and laid down on the hood again only this time a little closer than before. We talked about. My spidy senses were tingling. I thought to Eliza, "Blue Van" and she squeezed me reassuringly. She indicated an off-ramp ahead, and I decided to pull off and top up. The Van swerved onto the off-ramp behind me also, without signaling or slowing down. I checked out the pattern of the cross traffic at the bottom of the ramp, and noticed where the gap was, timing my approach to the signal to match. Luckly for me, my blind spot under the overpass was clear as well, and since the van behind me was.