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worked for probably took full credit, made all the profits; and then when they went bankrupt, the individual found out the company had squandered his retirement plan. He is now most likely living on a park bench somewhere.
After securing Jill in the back seat, I casually placed a blanket on top of her, admiring again the freckles that pre-dominated her facial features. She seemed much more at peace now than at any time throughout the evening. Luckily, I had a lighter in the front mid-section of my SUV. Lucky seemed an odd term—if you looked into the tiny compartment that separated the two front bucket seats there seemed to be an assortment of odds and ends that would do a Boy Scout justice.
I tore a piece of blanket using my pocket knife (yes, I carry a pocket knife, which was a remnant of my military days) and placed the end of the long strip into the gas tank of Jill’s car. I lowered it into the hold as much as possible then lit one end. Once I was satisfied that it would, indeed, burn I got back into my car and started driving toward the exit. I paused long enough to hear the explosion as the car burst into flames and slowly pulled into traffic, making my way to the freeway. I stopped on a small side road to secure Jill slightly better (I also changed the license plates back to my own) and made my uneventful trip to Twain Harte – it would be Jill’s last home.
The entire process did not go well. It would be a miracle if I did not get caught. I would really have to plan the details better next time, as there were far too many loose ends that could expose me. I wasn’t going to worry about that now. I had my prize, and all I could think about was driving the three-plus hours and what fun awaited me at my destination.
Two Days of Fun
I arrived later that night, used the garage door opener to raise the door, and pulled into my home. The drive up was uneventful, and Jill still remained fast asleep in the back seat with the blanket nicely tucked around her peaceful face. I went upstairs and cleared out the closet, opening the door and adjusting the bed and bindings slightly, getting them ready for their new guest.
Downstairs, I was surprised to see Jill rolling around in the backseat of the car, apparently attempting to flee. Her bindings were well in place, making it impossible for her to really move. She did have a look of terror on her face, but I was surprised how calm she had remained when I glanced at her just a few moments ago. She surely must have been awake. I was in a slight dilemma. I preferred her to be awake, but her current state made it almost impossible to move her. I decided to give her another slight dose of chloroform and knock her out yet again.
This did the trick, and she was quickly fast asleep within a couple of minutes. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Her head dangled down my back as I carried her up the stairs. I carefully laid her down on the rubber mattress and started the process of preparing her for the next couple of days. I slowly undressed her so she was completely naked and admired her body as I removed each article of clothing. Her breasts were very perky, reminding me of two small torpedoes as they projected out from her small torso. The freckles, which were a strong facial feature, also traced their way throughout her body masking her nipples in a barrage of coloration. I do love a woman’s nipples: different shapes and sizes. Hers were small and pinkish and appeared to be the type that would grow an inch or so upon stimulation. Her pubic hair was a little unkempt. I assumed that she must have not expected us to move to this level of intimacy on our first date.
I laid her back on the bed and securely fastened her hands with metal handcuffs, which were attached to a pole imbedded into the wall. This allowed her some movement back and forth so she would not completely be immobile. Unfortunately, they did not allow her to turn completely over.
After securing Jill in the back seat, I casually placed a blanket on top of her, admiring again the freckles that pre-dominated her facial features. She seemed much more at peace now than at any time throughout the evening. Luckily, I had a lighter in the front mid-section of my SUV. Lucky seemed an odd term—if you looked into the tiny compartment that separated the two front bucket seats there seemed to be an assortment of odds and ends that would do a Boy Scout justice.
I tore a piece of blanket using my pocket knife (yes, I carry a pocket knife, which was a remnant of my military days) and placed the end of the long strip into the gas tank of Jill’s car. I lowered it into the hold as much as possible then lit one end. Once I was satisfied that it would, indeed, burn I got back into my car and started driving toward the exit. I paused long enough to hear the explosion as the car burst into flames and slowly pulled into traffic, making my way to the freeway. I stopped on a small side road to secure Jill slightly better (I also changed the license plates back to my own) and made my uneventful trip to Twain Harte – it would be Jill’s last home.
The entire process did not go well. It would be a miracle if I did not get caught. I would really have to plan the details better next time, as there were far too many loose ends that could expose me. I wasn’t going to worry about that now. I had my prize, and all I could think about was driving the three-plus hours and what fun awaited me at my destination.
Two Days of Fun
I arrived later that night, used the garage door opener to raise the door, and pulled into my home. The drive up was uneventful, and Jill still remained fast asleep in the back seat with the blanket nicely tucked around her peaceful face. I went upstairs and cleared out the closet, opening the door and adjusting the bed and bindings slightly, getting them ready for their new guest.
Downstairs, I was surprised to see Jill rolling around in the backseat of the car, apparently attempting to flee. Her bindings were well in place, making it impossible for her to really move. She did have a look of terror on her face, but I was surprised how calm she had remained when I glanced at her just a few moments ago. She surely must have been awake. I was in a slight dilemma. I preferred her to be awake, but her current state made it almost impossible to move her. I decided to give her another slight dose of chloroform and knock her out yet again.
This did the trick, and she was quickly fast asleep within a couple of minutes. I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. Her head dangled down my back as I carried her up the stairs. I carefully laid her down on the rubber mattress and started the process of preparing her for the next couple of days. I slowly undressed her so she was completely naked and admired her body as I removed each article of clothing. Her breasts were very perky, reminding me of two small torpedoes as they projected out from her small torso. The freckles, which were a strong facial feature, also traced their way throughout her body masking her nipples in a barrage of coloration. I do love a woman’s nipples: different shapes and sizes. Hers were small and pinkish and appeared to be the type that would grow an inch or so upon stimulation. Her pubic hair was a little unkempt. I assumed that she must have not expected us to move to this level of intimacy on our first date.
I laid her back on the bed and securely fastened her hands with metal handcuffs, which were attached to a pole imbedded into the wall. This allowed her some movement back and forth so she would not completely be immobile. Unfortunately, they did not allow her to turn completely over.
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