Sarah wondered what she meant by that last remark, but took the proffered glass and perched on the edge of a wooden patio chair, all slats and brass fittings. George's boss groaned as he looked at his inbox. More about that blasted firm. Still, he knew as well as anyone in the world how important Wilkins Industries was. Amanda, the person George claimed had impersonated Wendy, had been abducted. She had speedily been rescued by his agents and the police, and was now in custody, together with her abductors. She was grateful, knowing that her life had been in grave danger, and was making a full confession. Wendy's passport had been recovered from Amanda's flat. Idiots, he thought. Didn't they realise we'd be keeping an eye on her. He had, he admitted, been sceptical of the impersonation idea, blaming it on George's emotional involvement in the case. Well, he was not ashamed to admit that he had been wrong. George would probably deserve a promotion.

I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed from her question or from the fact that I had never experienced sex in that way before. She probably thought I was a prude for not having oral sex. The Hispanic man caught the rag. "Perfect." He wadded up the filthy cloth into a tight ball and held it against Kat's lips. "Open wide, sheriff."Even worse was the mental aspect of the situation, which began to take its toll on Kat. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable in her life. This was just downright humiliating! As a police detective she had always taken care of herself. She had held her own in the rugged streets of Palm City. She had to be twice as good as her fellow male cops, and she was. Kat had always prided herself on being independent, resilient, tough, and in control. At the moment, however, she was anything but resilient or in control. George studied the photo carefully, using a magnifying glass. It was a passport photo. "I'm pretty sure it is, sir." It's taken me a long time to be willing to write this. I'm unsure of my writing skills. But I finally decided to do it because I keep having nightmares about what happened and I hope sharing my ordeal will somehow help me get over it. There seem to be a lot of supportive people online here, at any rate. Who are you,” Paula whispered, but there was no reply, just the blank white mask as she watched the woman place two coils of rope and a pale blue bandana on the bed. She then pointed at Paula, before making a twirling motion with her gloved finger.

I, on the other hand, hated Brian's travel. I loved him with all my heart and I was reluctant to see him leave the house. I was lonely without him and I would always go to Cindy's place and stay with her during our husband's weeklong trips. I needed someone to cheer me up and Cindy was the one I turned to. It was during one of these business trips when my story began. He located and removed the badge, holding it up to his companion. "What do you know? She is the sheriff. Wow!" Sarah had never had a boyfriend, despite her good looks. Although not a classic beauty, she had gleaming blue eyes, an elfin like face with high cheekbones, framed by shoulder length silky blond hair and a smile that won people over. Her body was toned by sport and swimming and she had no shortage of admirers from the male students at the college. She had always told herself that there would be time for that when she left college. If she was honest with herself, she had never really been interested in men, and wondered from time to time if she might be a lesbian. The thought crossed her mind again as she suddenly realised that Miss Jones had noticed her staring. After Long and Montoya left the motel room, Radford and Stiles gazed at each other. Radford stared at the closed door and then lowered his voice. "After we get our hands on the cash I want you to take care of those two imbeciles." She thought about stalling but decided against it. The last thing she needed was to draw the ire of two armed criminals. These men were probably nothing more than a couple of small time crooks. Had they intended on killing or hurting her, they would not go through the trouble of tying her up . . . or would they?Kat gazed anxiously at the rag, which looked like it had already been used. She hesitated but realized she was only delaying the inevitable. She sighed and parted her lips. Mmmnm," the he said, savoring the taste. "Maybe some day we'll meet again and I'll give you a sample." The white robber stood and stepped over Kat. "Let's get the hell out of here." Eventually, it was determined that all the two robbers got were a few hundred dollars. They had failed to find the large denomination bills, which were hidden under the cash compartment of the register. Of course they had done far more damage to Kat than anything else. After Amanda Taylor left Kat and Rachel had a private and rather personal conversation. She contemplated going out to dinner but felt mentally spent and tired. Besides, if she went out she would have to dine alone. The only other person in her life was her sister, Lindy, who lived with Kat. Lindy was also a deputy in the sheriff's department and currently working the night shift. At the moment Kat craved two things: a long hot bath and a pint of chocolate ice cream.

There was a report from the accident investigators. Yes, there had certainly been a bomb on the plane. It was an explosive only made by the Wilkins firm, and very difficult to come by. That suggested that someone in the firm had supplied it. Could it be Brent? Probably, but could it ever be proved? He would do his best to get it proved. Sit down and have a glass of this", her hostess invited, "and do call me Stephanie. It's so very formal calling me Miss Jones. There will be a time for that later." The man paused and leered at Kat. "What the do we have here?" He looked up at the Hispanic robber. "You're not gonna believe this!" It was only a tiny company when it started," urged the supporter, "not one of the largest companies in the country. And sorry, I didn't mean to belittle the ladies present." What have I done to deserve this", she thought to herself, as she tested the coils of constricting rope that seemed to bind her at every point. The cruelly applied gag, and the many layers of silk that covered her face was making it increasingly difficult to breath, and the silk itself was becoming damp as her efforts to breathe became more intense.The prospect of being gagged did not appeal to Kat whatsoever. "You don't have to do that," she protested. "There's no one around to hear us." But her best feature isn't the firm breasts, long legs, or tight ass. It is her eyes, those gorgeous green eyes. They are so mysteriously enchanting. They are the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. Every time I look at them all my fears and concerns just melt away. And when Cindy gives me that beautifully warm and friendly smile, I just want to give her a big hug and snuggle up safely in her arms. Kat realized she wouldn't stand a chance at pulling out her weapon before he pulled the trigger. She had obviously stumbled into a robbery in progress and guessed the real cashier was probably out of the way behind that closed door. Kat then heard loud thumping coming from behind a closed door across the store. The same door the man had stared at when she had entered. Kat turned toward the cashier to observe his reaction. He swallowed nervously and his face filled with apprehension. Something was definitely wrong. Muffled screaming followed the thumping. I had the traumatic experience of being bound and gagged in my own home, in the context of a home invasion robbery. On that horrible day, it had been pouring rain continually. On my way in to my carport, I noticed a car parked in front of the townhouse next door to mine. There appeared to be a person in it. There was a local realtor's logo on the car door. I thought nothing of this because I knew that this particular townhouse was for sale.