Jeb's Adventure On The Smith River

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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." 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.

Then I pulled the horrid gag from my mouth and finally untied my ankles. My pantyhose were snagged terribly from the rough cord and there were deep rope marks in my wrists and ankles. I called the police as soon as I could collect myself. I had been gagged and hogtied for over eight hours. The white robber ignored Kat's angry gaze and stared at her private area, which was adorned with a single "landing strip" of silky hair. Kat's cheeks burned with humiliation when she recalled her grooming preference down there. Was this really happing, she wondered? Perhaps it was all a dreadful nightmare. Perhaps she was about . . .

Mel

The Hispanic robber stared at the young woman's breasts, mesmerized by their fullness and the swaying motion brought about by the girl's writhing. Kat grunted dejectedly into her gag. She was sweating and exhausted. Though she could not be sure, she guessed it had been more than two hours since the two robbers had departed, leaving her and the female cashier bound and gagged in the office room of the Stop n' Save convenience store. Brent fumed. That man had been one of his strongest supporters. Had the little tart offered to sleep with him or something?

She might have had sudden cold feet," mused the chairman. "And she has of course been through a highly distressing and gruelling time. She needs time to calm down."

The Adventures of The Associates

The first thing I did was cut the rope tying my ankles to my wrists. Then with great difficulty I maneuvered the scissors between my wrists and began trying to saw my way through the bonds. I kept dropping the scissors because my hands were so numb, but finally I felt something loosen. I pulled hard and my wrists came free.

There were three more grey clad woman standing there, all masked, and all turning to look at her as the fourth one quietly closed the door. One of the three opened a large holdall, taking out a skein of brown rope and shaking it out as another one looked at Paulette, and then stood still, her hands by her side. The determined sheriff was in the middle of yet another bout of desperate struggling! She had remained still for over an hour but had finally given in to her emotions. She was damned if she was going await rescue by anyone! Stephanie watched the girl stripping off and smiled inwardly to herself - everything was going exactly as planned!. The other robber looked about the small office. He spotted several cleaning products on a shelf, along with some crumpled rags. He grabbed one of the rags and tossed it at the Hispanic robber. The white robber's eyes glowed with delight. "She's definitely the hottest sheriff I've ever seen."Sarah Miles was within a week of her 19th birthday and had answered the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper, so that she could get some experience before she went to horticultural college later that year. All her friends from school had taken a long break and gone trekking in Thailand, but Sarah was an only child and had been raised in an orphanage, so she could not afford the several thousand pounds that her friends planned to spend on their half year in Thailand. Kat nodded, impressed by the professionalism of the thirty-one-year-old detective. When Rachel Graham had applied for the job of detective shortly after Kat took over as sheriff she found the woman to be standoffish and a bit too rigid for. Her record, however, was impressive. She had served as a sheriff's deputy in Arizona for ten years before being promoted to detective. She had solved a number of crimes ranging from murder, rape, and robberies. Though their relationship was cordial, Kat and Rachel were not exactly best friends. Cindy got up and took out a white colored, cropped T-shirt with a deep V cut in the front and a pair of shorts, exactly like the ones she wore now, only this pair was pink. She set them on the chair next to my bed. Kat eventually gave up and lay exhausted on the floor. Then it was the cashier's turn to pull at Kat's knots. The result was the same. The young woman had failed to make any progress with the sheriff's knots. The cashier finally realized this and pulled her fingers away. She rolled onto her side and waited. Kat also rolled onto her side, since that was the most comfortable position. The two dejected young women lay facing each other on the cold floor of the small office. Perhaps as an oversight, the men had left the lights on in the small room.